How to drive? Needed to learn how to drive a car with a baby seat in it. So first I practiced with a bike but I needed that seat so I went to a doll store but couldn’t find one. Contuined walking around in that building and found an art gallery. Both my sisters were sitting there in a dark room with their iphones. I damaged a carpet before I started to rip off a piece of the wall. Underneath there was pictures of EXO. I even went to the blinds and so I could look outside the window. But even there on the window glass there were even more pictures. But when I saw a person outdoors I would let the blind slide down again.
This dream was very creativity oriented. Felicia Day was visiting at a house/apartment where Peg and I lived. I asked her if she could recommend any good new video games to play. I mentioned that Peg was becoming bored with World of Warcraft. Felicia answered, “Oh anything.” Which I did not find helpful and which made me feel less connected with her, like she was aloof. The three of us were sitting on a big white couch watching something on TV. I was sitting in the middle. At one point Felicia re-positioned herself so that her head was resting on my knee. This made me feel more connected with her. But I was concerned that Peg would thing she was being overly familiar with her husband. Felicia shared that she had been feeling creatively blocked. I suggested that she tear up slips of paper, write down names of things on half of them and musical styles on the other half. Then pick one slip randomly from each half. This would produce results like ketchup and reggae. Then she should go and make herself write a song about ketchup in a reggae style. I think she liked the idea. I started considering using the idea myself. Then I was experimenting with art techniques like using static electricity to create patterns of strands of hair or fabric on a canvas. And I was walking through an art gallery where the paintings were large soft pastel-ish caricatures of rock musicians and I was thinking about doing a painting in a similar style.
This dream happened early this morning after a night out with three of my house mates and a friend. I had already woken up at least once, and spent a certain amount of time feeling vaguely unhappy - hung over, wishing I hadn't got drunk, judging myself for what were in retrospect pretty harmless antics. The dream began in my college (a small art school which I love, and spend most of the day there Monday - Friday), which soon morphed into an art gallery that I have no recollection of ever visiting in WR. I'm outside on a large patio over-looking a city (large, but no skyscrapers - looks possibly French or Italian, nice old buildings) with my 4 house mates (all good friends of mine, two of which I go to college with). It's mild outside, a little sunshine. A woman dressed in a dark skirt suit and matching hat walks up some steps onto the patio. She looks quite well groomed, short dark hair, well made clothes. She's holding a short black strappy dress at arm's length in front of her, and talking to no-one in particular; she seems a bit agitated, angry. She's scaring me a little bit, and we all decide to go inside. She's walking quite close behind us, I can hear her talking but she doesn't make any sense, she just sounds aggressive and a bit insane. We begin to run, and go up some steps into the gallery itself. The room we run into is busy, lots of people wandering around looking at large paintings. High ceilings, big windows, white walls and wooden floors. Somewhat old fashioned, feels more like a manor house than a modern white cube gallery. We lose her in the crowds, and I go into the next room to tell someone in charge that there's a possibly dangerous woman wandering around. Security go to get her, and I hear a commotion from the room nearest the patio. People are crowding round, my friends are watching the scene but I can't - I'm scared to see. One of them says to me 'She just had a complete meltdown', then I see the guards dragging her out; they're dragging her along the floor by the arms, she's pretty much catatonic. She now looks like the girl from The Exorcist, longish brown hair, terrifying sickly face, wearing a long white night gown type thing and nothing else. She's also covered in paint, she seems to have pissed her self and rolled all over the canvases - she's all pale pinks and greens and blues. They drag her out of the front door. I woke up pretty horrified - I haven't had such a disturbing dream in a couple of years. Not to mention Ifeeling very guilty about getting the woman forcibly removed and effectively causing her mental breakdown.
Good morning, everybody. Dream #1 Something about the future. All I see now is a blur of images -- like a 1980s music video montage of photos going in really fast step-animation -- or like old laserdisc images when you'd speed them up too fast. There were two men who looked alike and had a very similar name, possibly something like Elkanah or Keele. One of the men would help me. The other one basically couldn't do anything for me, but would act like he was important to my life, so that I'd think he was the one to help me, and I'd miss the other one. I was already talking to one of the men. The men both looked kind of like W.C. Fields -- the old style suit, top-hat, and kind of heavy, chubby, white face. They probably even spoke like W.C. Fields -- with the sing-songy, but gruff, salesman-like pitch. Dream #2 I was standing in some space like an art gallery or a really nice cafe. There were a lot of people there, all really well-off, all dressed really nice. I stood in a group of four or five people. I'm pretty sure I was myself. But the people all around me were older. We all apparently worked for some company that did movie reviews. A couple of women remarked mockingly about the reviews done by one of my old co-workers, DE. As she was making the comments, DE walked up from behind me, then past me on my left. He walked to the front of the room and stood in the doorway, talking with another crowd of people. This crowd of people may have been more like young people -- maybe mostly young women. I kind of agreed with the women in my circle who said that DE made some bad reviews. I didn't think he was very good. But I also liked DE, so I wanted to stand up for him. Plus, I felt bad that he'd overheard the women talking bad about him as he walked past. And he'd seen me listening. So I had to vindicate myself. I made some kind of mild assertion to the women, kind of incorporating whatever arguments they'd used against DE, and accepting them, but also adding something that I liked about DE. I was now in a hotel room. The hotel room was pretty big, but kind of dingy. There was more than enough space for two big beds. There might have been a desk on the wall past the foot of the beds, in the space between the two beds. I also think there were two windows on the same wall. The windows had -- I think -- wood-slatted blinds. The light in the room was incandescent, but horrendously bright, making everything seem even cheaper and dingier. There was a small, almost cubicle-like space just in front of the bathroom. It was like an L-bracket of a wall, that went up about two and a half meters, so, about one and a half meters short of the ceiling. There was a little desk there, too, with a phone on it. I was standing back in this space, on the phone. Some co-worker of mine was going back and forth into and out of the bathroom. He was white, with curly, black hair and a little bit of stubble on his face. He may have been arranging his tie. I don't know what I was waiting on the phone for. But it may have had something to do with my co-worker DE. My other co-worker, while rushing into and out of the bathroom, may have been complaining, in a kind of prissy way, about DE always doing stuff like this. Now I was in the bathroom, and DE was on the phone. He was talking either to his brother or one of his really close fraternity brothers. He said something like, "Yeah, and you were right about this hotel. We got it really close to that restaurant you were talking about." I knew that DE's friend had told DE some sort of outrageous story about this restaurant. DE's friend had, at this restaurant, either seen all kinds of really hot girls, or had some monstrosity of a meal combination, or had done something really unbelievable and gotten in trouble. DE was now hoping to have the same experience.
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