The night Dali and Duchamp visited my dreams

It was a warm night in July and I had just drifted into a lucid dream. I wandered aimlessly through a place that felt oddly familiar. I stumbled across two other beings who happened to be Dali and Duchamp. I laughed at first. More of a "what is going on" type of laugh. This couldn't possibly be happening, could it? Neither of them had ever been in my dreams before, let alone both at the same time. I had to soak up as much of this experience as I could knowing this wouldn't last nearly as long as I hoped it would, nothing does. We drifted through the night shapeshifting into this and that, discussing love, art and life. There was this feeling I couldn't describe that flooded my entire being as we walked across the water as if we had done it hundreds of times before. Something felt... right? I felt at ease for the first time in a while. Almost forgot what that could feel like. Right as I was about to ask for some advice, I woke up. Angry at first. What did any of that mean? What a blessing to experience and what a curse to not know the meaning of. Life kept going and I felt rejuvenated once more. Onward. (3000x4000 pixels - Rendered in Blender. July 2021)