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Last night I had a dream that was clearly influenced by my wife and my seeing Cloud Atlas last night.

I dreamed there was some sort of artist colony out at sea on some sort of floating platform. Life there was far better than what I had, so I determined to become a part of it.
I flew my hoverbike out to the pylons that supported the colony and put on a stolen white robe of one of the artists that lived there.
For all of this were was a young man with me that no one else could see that kept telling me how this plan would fail and what would happen to me when it did.

Once I had the white robe on, I climbed up to the entrance and declared that I was an invited guest of the colony there to do a special art project.
They, of course, knew nothing of a visiting artist coming to the colony. I pushed past the people at the entrance declaring that I MUST be invited because there I was and unless they were going to push me into the sea they should let me begin my project.
So they did.

I spent several days “getting a feel” for what the project would need. The place was nice but was more like a school inside built around a big courtyard.
Eventually I needed to start on my project. I decided to paint a large painting for the entrance to the colony.
As my naysayer continued to tell me it wouldn’t work, I started the project.

I had a very large canvas and a high tech brush. As I ran it over the canvas, it left the image of something from my camera. Every time I made another brush stroke, it added another image over it, blending them together.
As I wasn’t really an artist, I didn’t know how to control it, and it used photos at random.
If anyone asked about this I would reply “Oh, you don’t see it yet, do you?”
No one pushed the point.

Finally I took a bucket of blue paint and made a bunch of diagonal blue splatters back and forth across the painting and declared it done.

The folks at the colony said they loved it, but now my project was done and I had to go back to my original colony. Much as I tried to stay, they reminded me that my home colony must be missing my skills and showed me to the exit.
They left me on the landing pad and locked the door behind.
I climbed back down the pillars to where I left the bike and put on my red robe of the outside world.
Dream ends

White and red robes, artists faking their way into places, hoverbikes and spectral people talking to you are all right out of the movie we saw last night. The circumstances are different, but that hardly matters.