Blue_Opossum

Morning of December 5, 2007. Wednesday.



In the third, more vivid dream of this date, I am in a tavern, seemingly in the past, but not the distant past - although I am not fully sure because of the unusual awareness I seem to develop from the environment. I know there is an “old and dusty” feel to everything, but also an incongruous sense of energy. The barkeep asks a patron to my left, “Do you know Vincent?” The other man says “yes”, but it is not the “Vincent” the barkeep is asking about - as he is actually asking him whether or not he is familiar with the art of Vincent van Gogh, and the “yes” answer annoys the barkeep a lot.

For some reason, I exclaim “I know Vincent” in the manner of if he was alive and well. I claim that I know him well, then I realize that I “am” him, or am the “spirit” of him somehow. The barkeep is not sure what to think. I ask for paper and drawing materials quite formally, in the manner of a surgeon requesting a scalpel and such in a somewhat “comedic seriousness” of the scene as if from a partly rehearsed skit on stage. I eventually hear a very strange chattering in my head almost like a mix of chant, song, and intense gibberish (but somehow with a seeming inherent “formula”), reminding me only vaguely of a cartoon duck voice or similar. Because of this, I am in a “special mode” and I easily and very quickly draw a complex series of lines and curves which are very close together, and produce a detailed picture of a man sitting on a chair in a mostly empty room. The whole image has a sort of “harlequin” look to it. It looks a lot like the “Old Man in Sorrow” print but it is also as if a clown costume somehow was patterned into the whole environment, and there is a Picasso feel to it also - as if “Old Man in Sorrow” was blended about half and half with Picasso’s “Harlequin Giclee”. Then I remember that I “am” Picasso, not van Gogh, but I am still somewhat puzzled about what is going on

The barkeep stares and says “that’s amazing” when he sees the picture. It is not a copy - it is an original work, yet still seems to be a part of a collection. He seems thankful.

This had a type of precognitive layer, it seems, as is continuously the case with my dream life, as the two prints appeared together later, completely without intent on my part, on a webpage.