Dreams: By Tag: Art

Saturday, January 20, 2007: Black Books, Foreperson, Mantra, Mirror

While browsing a comic book store, I came across three books with black covers. They were a set of graphic novels, written and illustrated by Eric Willand. [Eric was an acquaintance I made back in high school. I had admired his artwork.] I purchased the three black books.

Later, I dreamed about an female Asian foreman. She was shouting at two truck drivers, “Stop, you’re mixing them!”

I dreamed of a mantra, “Money, energy, matter, and time.”

I dreamed that I was purposefully gazing into a mirror, because I was thinking to myself about the nature of mirrors in dreams. When I looked into the mirror, I could only see a small portion of my face, whichever I was focused on.

Sunday, December 03, 2006: Gathering, Sabotage, Flying, Restaurant

There was a gathering taking place. My friends were there; ex-church members were there, too. We were going to verbally dismantle the church. We rehearsed, but I cannot recall what we rehearsed.

Afterwards, I spoke with Will about our writing and gaming. We were pleased with our progress. We flipped through a book of pencil sketches of Lovecraftian subjects.

I drove a car into a parking lot late at night. I discovered that the other car tires had been flattened. No doubt it was church saboteurs. But my early discovery of this plot could be easily undone in time for our coup with the church.

Morning came, the sun lighting green leafy trees along a street. I saw a young black girl playing. As I walked down the street, I leaped into the air, and floated down. I repeated this several times, until I was able to stay aloft by flapping my arms. The young girl was amazed.

My wife and I got into a blue Dodge Charger. I needed to go to the bathroom, but I said that I could go at the restaurant. We drove to the restaurant. There were two restaurants, actually, both with crowded al fresco dining areas. One restaurant was called The Ghost in the something something. I cannot remember what the something was, but we guessed it was an Irish pub. We walked over to the other restaurant. I was barefoot, despite the cold. I thought that I should go back to the car to put on shoes, but I did not go back. Katherine Helmond was our waitress. We exclaimed, “Mona!” She seated us in a far corner, near the restrooms.

Wednesday, September 08, 2004: Art

I was in an art class. I was submitting a painting that my wife had made.

Wednesday, August 18, 2004: School

I returned to college. I walked into a classroom and sat down at a desk. The classroom looked like any classroom, with desks and chairs for the students in rows before the teacher’s desk, chalkboards, etc.

Mr Longwell introduced me to the class. [Mr Longwell was one of my favorite math teachers in high school.] I was much older than the rest of the students. Mr Longwell had some of my previous work in various subjects, including math, art, and english; he was showing them to his class. One particular item stood out: a painting of a row of houses in a somewhat rural setting. [Vermont?] As he held it up, he pushed a tab on the picture. The picture folded just so, causing the image to change to that of a single large tree, with no houses visible. I supposed if you pulled the tab another direction, the image would have folded into a single large white house. Mr Longwell marvelled at the picture, and my other accomplishments.

I explained to the class that I was a web developer for an integrated circuit manufacturer. I wasn't particularly proud of my occupation; I was merely stating a fact.

After the introduction, the teacher passed back essays we had written and tests that were corrected. I was doing very well in his class.

Recently, I came across a folder of high school and college papers I had tucked away. I did very well in school; I always regard my experiences in school as very positive.

I also have been losing weight after changing my diet. The weight loss feels like time-traveling in my own skin, as if I were getting younger and younger.