Menemsha Southwest

I took this image when I recognized the palette of ancient time. I saw it again ten years later in a dream where it was seated on a music stand to my left. I was using it as written music, playing it on the piano. I could easily play the shape of the mountains as long as I viewed them in peripheral vision. As soon as I turned my head to look at them directly, I lost my power and they turned back back into part of the picture. When I awoke, I wondered this: is it possible that in order for synesthesia to take place, one must not be overly focused? And if so, isn't it ironic that one must be in a partial state of unawareness to be the most aware.

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