I had a weird dream, and decided to sketch the people I saw in it.

I had been driven to a stage performance of some kind. I was seated in a massive building- closer to a basketball stadium than a theater. There were thousands of people in the bleachers, and the performances consisted of a series of synchronized performances set to Agustin Barrios Mangoré’s guitar music, or other, similar Latin or Latin American music- I knew all of these performers were Spanish. The performers all wore the same outfit- a dress long enough to cover even their feet, with long sleeves that covered their hands, and a wide, broad sun-hat with a silken veil on its brim. They all wore identical masks- mannequin-like, a woman’s face in a neutral expression. Their outfits- including their masks -were a single, solid color; either black, a light pink, or a deep mauve. Their performances consisted of human towers and other feats of strength and acrobatics, and, occasionally, they would repeat the same performance; arranging themselves in concentric, raised circles, hunched forward, before leaning back, mimicking the opening of a flower, with the black-dressed ones on the outside at first hiding the pink and mauve ones in the center, until they leaned back.

In every one of those ‘flower’ performances, I would rush from the stands and join them. I was in one of the pink dresses; sans a mask. I would never ‘fit’ into them, always sitting outside, just near one of the black-dressed performers; none of them noticed me, and nobody in the stands objected. I did this at least 5 or 6 times before the play had concluded, and I was driven home by another person; along the way, I remark I wish I had one of the black dresses. I was sent back to a home identical to my childhood home, sans a lot of furniture. I sleep, and wake the next morning, in a building lit brightly and warmly by sunlight, and head into the master bedroom. The dream ends.

Absolutely using these as inspiration for a story or some-such. I dunno why, but the name 'La Caballa Ciega Desollada' stood out to me the second I woke up; it just means 'The Skinned, Blind Horse'. It's what I think the troupe called themselves.