Bosch dream

The other night I had a dream that our whole grade went to this kind of haven-like hotel. It looked like the school at first. You could do whatever you wanted. I remember my friend said he'd killed someone, and that it was okay because there were no rules. And he gave me a gun. I was in the art room and I was wondering whether I should kill someone just because I could. In the end I didn't. On the last day there was a big pool party in an indoor pool that had one large pool, and some smaller ones. But it was also a day of, I guess, punishment for everything we'd done. Those that did nothing bad, like me and some others, were allowed to have fun. There were a lot of people scattered about. And there were some executions (hangings...) for people who had committed murder and stuff. Now that I think about it, it was very Bosch. But a lot more scary and disturbing.

And I was reading a text on Korean Buddhist art from the Goryeo dynasty, and just learned a new word: Thalassocracy. The rule of the sea. I love the blatant Greekness of it. It's so extra. It's very beautiful.