Most of us who remember our dreams had at least one dream about drowning floating and being lost in an endless space. 

To think I would be the only one to have those visions would be very egocentric.  
I had a vision of this painting for a long time… an overcoming warm red matter, with a face emerging from it (somtimes a hand would emerge trying to grab something) with the light straks flowing out from her, and from her third eye. as if it was her last consious breath. Or maybe it is her first?