Dream Concepts

Feature Films

Looking out the window as the rain fell. Wind beckoned, as music filled the room, with emotions, from the keys, that lifted them. Tears started to well, as blurred visions, became distorted memories. Memories that came with the wind and disappeared in the rain...

Pearls from Asia

Submerging in one world, to surface to a new one. The ancient culture of Asia, is reborn. As the wind brings from one life to the next, a new beginning, life shows new ways of survival. A young women, after loosing her family, is sent to live with next of kin. In a different world, then the one she knew. Once submerging into the world under the waters surface, finding her true home. A place where time stood still, just long enough for her to have a moment of peace, to morn the loss. Surfacing in the winds of time. Reflecting through the emotions that carry the past. The currents carrying the tides, with them, bringing a love of both youth along with tradition. Understanding from the depths to the peeks, love for the first time...…………

Sharing your thoughts?

By Annette Shaw • 01 Jul, 2019

The story (House of the Pouring Rain), is a story that I channeled from deep in my mind. A place that comes to me in my dreams. I know the characters because I am a part of them. Mainly the pianist. A ghost that lives in a shell, a place that is home, yet a recurring stagnation in time.

House of the Pouring Rain

By Annette Shaw • 06 Jun, 2019

Looking out the window as the wind and rain beckoned, the notes, from the keys they left. Filling the air around me. Lifting me from the somber state, were all the emotions welled. Thinking about the moment that it happened. Hearing the wood crack as the bridge gave away. Feeling the suspended slow motion of the car as we slid through the opening, down to the rocky bottom. How the ice cold water entered the car window. Knowing that all the moments were locked in time, somewhere in the cold of winter. Wanting my dreams, that started the journey from the beginning. The moment I first met him, to the moment we saw the house, out in the country. The first time we drove through the area, seeing the autumn leaves with all the colors, reflecting off the waters edge, put me into a note, I never played before. All the old Victorian homes, gave the town a quaint appeal. It was the old wooden covered bridges, that really made me want to live and make memories, that I would savor. Tears, started to send burred visions, as the thoughts left. Turning my attention back to the keys on the piano, letting my feelings reach each one, with the emotions I felt. The music was like the wind and rain, it lifted with them, then slowed as they did. Flowing with the emotions, on the winds of the seasons. I knew that if I really stayed focused, that I could call him to me. Hoping that he would feel the beckoning, the longing for him to be home again. Not understanding why, after we died, that I was bound to the home that we bought after getting married. A home that was perfect, for the life we wanted, with each other. The life that so many dreamed of. One day a moment of happiness the next a shattered window, that could once be looked through, looking into your dreams...…………..

Dream Concepts

Summer turning to winter brought a still upon the Russian people, once the Romanov's vanished into the fiery sky. The souls of light, caught between the emotions of mind, drifting in a moment. A memory ......in the still. Vague distorted visions........ forever etched.

Mother Russia

A time in History when the people came to a crossroads, between their loyalties and beliefs. Turning to a hardship that brings tensions upon all. The Romanovs, a family with all the recognition of prestige, at a time of confusion. Bringing the hearts of the Russian people, to the emotions, of the mind. Distorted ripples on a mirrors surface. Reflections of the once still, disrupted by the movement of time. The changes of government along with war, bringing into focus accusation. Russia turning from a reformed nation, to a reformed anger. As the summer season came and left, whispers on the winds turned to cold. Fall brought no signs of life for winter, only a still, upon all...... An unspoken word in the hemisphere .....sending vibrations through the air. Becoming a ghostly coldness, because the hearts that stopped beating.............

Lady of the Lake

A glowing crescent moon beckoned, through the Blurred blanket of water. Laying in a still, a moment until, the seasons started to change, from cold, to the warmth of spring. Memories of faded time, that stills, in the cold of winter, only to waken when the seasons change. A ghostly presence, to surface, both in body and soul. When histories desires lead the souls of body, to conflict for power. Finding a pathway to mystery along with sorcery. Pulling all the elements together, to bring forces upon the opposed. Fighting for power, where wealth and riches bring greater drive, to those with legions of might. When love became second, in will and man. Until they had to seek out the will of all strength, forged from a realm of power unknown by man. Looking for Excalibur, kept in the depths. In the seasons of time, only to be beckoned by the strongest and purest of will. Not understanding the mysteries of the past, or how the sword became the power forged.