In the dream which inspired this painting, I found myself in a house of glass, which was located far away from civilization in the heart of a waterlogged swamp. It was winter, so the puddles and muddy sinkholes were freezing, many partially frozen over, and clumps of snow balanced on twigs which stuck out of the water. A cool mist permeated the area, making it impossible to see more than a few meters in any direction. I stepped out of the house and immediately felt the cold water seep into my shoes.
There was a legend about this swamp that a spirit roamed within it, but of what form I did not know. For some reason, I made it my quest to hunt down this spirit, all the while knowing it was pursuing me in turn. Throughout the dream, I could feel its presence, like someone watching me from behind. When I finally found it, it loomed before me, a great, black, ghostly moose, but the dream ended before I could discover the nature of the spirit.
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