After we did a relaxation exercise involving the thought of 'purple' we were given a short time to write up an idea spontaneously from that part of the session. Here is what I wrote during that time.
In a ball upon the vast ocean, a man is located, the sea calls out but with years of knowledge in the solidarity of the water he knows it offers no saviour. It just taunts his madness and the emptiness of his life. Like parchment in a bottle he floats with a message, a clear message that he repeats vocally over and over. "The message of his life". The sun beats down but he isn't heated, storms crash but he doesn't drown. He sees no boats nor animals, stuck in a perspex shell of wet wilderness. Auroras light up his imagination and move elegantly to the sounds of the sea. And when the sea silences, clouds act as players on a stage.
I think what inspired my idea was the sounds in this that was played over our relaxation exercise. I could hear 3 separate things which formed into an idea;