Painted Dale appeared in a dream; a dream that I had when I was about seven years old. The dream itself, although quite Freudian in nature, was the birth of a little character that has stayed with me all these years.
In the dream, my sister, my two close friends and I were in my house in Verdun QC, when the linoleum on the floor started moving and rippling. Hundreds of snakes were crawling underneath the linoleum! Terrified, we all ran into the back room of the house to escape the scary snakes.
The room was warm and the sun beaming through the glass caused the window to be covered with condensation. I was standing close to the window and I started to draw with my finger through the condensation. Suddenly, my drawing came alive and out of the window jumped a little girl who looked just like me except she was dressed in my plaid duffle coat and carried with her a little bow and arrow. Painted Dale, my alter ego, had come to help us. Needless to say, she was the hero and with her little bow and arrow, she went out into the snake hallway, saved the day and then disappeared into the window pane.
I had a few other Painted Dale dreams. A witch under the balcony, and a monster tree shadow were two others I remember but then she disappeared. I wonder to this day if she is still saving the day. I wonder still if maybe the adventures of Painted Dale will continue…
In the dream, my sister, my two close friends and I were in my house in Verdun QC, when the linoleum on the floor started moving and rippling. Hundreds of snakes were crawling underneath the linoleum! Terrified, we all ran into the back room of the house to escape the scary snakes.
The room was warm and the sun beaming through the glass caused the window to be covered with condensation. I was standing close to the window and I started to draw with my finger through the condensation. Suddenly, my drawing came alive and out of the window jumped a little girl who looked just like me except she was dressed in my plaid duffle coat and carried with her a little bow and arrow. Painted Dale, my alter ego, had come to help us. Needless to say, she was the hero and with her little bow and arrow, she went out into the snake hallway, saved the day and then disappeared into the window pane.
I had a few other Painted Dale dreams. A witch under the balcony, and a monster tree shadow were two others I remember but then she disappeared. I wonder to this day if she is still saving the day. I wonder still if maybe the adventures of Painted Dale will continue…