I had a dream last night that an art teacher wanted to order an art roll up. She asked me where I got mine and I told her I got it from Beautiful Dreamer. She then showed me some sort of huge and I do mean huge writing pen she made. I told her I thought Beauty would like it. Then Beauty herself showed up with a tent she made. It was tan and as big as a frikin mobile home. The tent had a side pocket that held a smaller tent. I asked how she made it and she said on her machine without a pattern. The art teacher poured over the tent and looked at every stitch. She was impressed. She talked to Beauty a bit about what material she wanted for her roll up. She said she didn’t want it wild like mine. I was somewhat offended but I kept quiet. The art teacher explained she wanted a heavy material on the outside in heather gray with a lighter material of beige inside. Guess who the art teacher was? Barbara Streisand.
Later in the dream I broke into a house where two sisters and a young girl lived. I held a football in my hand and barged through the door. As I did the trees outside turned to alligators. I told everyone what I saw but no one believed me so I said “forget robbing you. I need to get out of here.” I asked if I could escape through their basement window. In the basement I felt rather trapped so I started acting out a bit. I tossed a huge jar of mayonnaise on the floor and shattered it. Then I went to their window and pulled out the three layers of screens on it. I couldn’t get out. The family came down stairs to see what crashed and saw their mayo and glass everywhere. One family member proceeded to kick my ass all about the basement. I woke up from there.
COMMENTARY:
From the outside looking in this dream is chaotic and has a bunch of unrelated things tossed in it. To me it makes a lot of sense and there are a heck of a lot of recurrent themes here. First off, my mother’s favorite colour is gray and her favorite singer is Barbara Streisand. A home within a home that you take anywhere you go… well, come on. That’s a very strong symbol. Why Beautiful Dreamer? She seems random enough but she’s been on my mind through a recent struggle. I think she’s tossed in there because of what I’ve been reading on her blog about her mother and what I said about my mother a bit ago. I said I have it in me to forgive my mother.
It makes sense to me that from there I went into the house I entered with 3 black females. When I got there the most beautiful parts of life turned dangerous. Where did I go, the basement. Once inside the basement I felt trapped and began acting out. There was no profit in this for me because I ended up getting put right back in “my place” by force.
As crazy and insane as my dreams seem to be, there is always something I see in them that tells me where I am right now. When I woke up I didn’t know where I was. I had to get grounded rather quickly. I’ll write more on this later. The story I wrote recently has to do with this dream too.
DREAM Art Beauty and Alligators – Friday, January 30, 2009 – 6:26PM EST
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