I had Dylan close his eyes while I read the following visualization that I'd made up:
I walked out my door and into the wonder of the sun setting in the west. The sun sat on the hill in the distance in a half-circle of orange. It was huge and somehow unreal, like a painting placed on the tapestry of the sky. Colors joined and melded in the sky around it in celebration of its grandness. Yellow joining orange, joining red and blending into many hues of each. Melting together. Reaching out to touch all that witnesses its glory. All things changed by it’s light. The light touches me. My skin is now golden. It glows.
-This was a lot more successful. Dylan described walking out a blue door with a golden handle. He said there were all types of colors in the sky blended in. He saw a yellow hill and his hands as golden. They were purple at first, but turned gold.
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