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12:20:2002 Entry: "Ann : DREAM - Another "Animals" Dream"

DREAM - Another "Animals" Dream

I was at this job I used to have (let's call it 'Depressions'....I was like Cinderella working there amongst the evil stepmothers and stepsisters, having to do the crap work...) years ago...I haven't even been inside the building for a couple years IRL. I was sitting at a desk and one of the lead workers came up to me and expressed her disappointment in the quality of the job I did. I looked at the papers she showed me that were supposedly full of typos, but I couldn't understand what was wrong. She appeared to be showing me a multiple-choice test, and I couldn't figure out if it was something I had to typeset or answer. Also, the questions themselves didn't make any sense...they appeared to be elementarily simple, however, the answers to one question would have a choice of both numbers and sentences, like it was unsure whether the question was mathematical or philosophical. Very surreal. I got pissed off and said in no uncertain terms, 'I quit.' However, I just stayed there and took another job assignment from someone else. She told me she needed some papers copied back to back, horizontally on 11 x 17 paper on the color copy machine so that they would appear as an actual book. (IRL they didn't have a color copy machine at that place when I worked for them...that was the place I worked *previous* to that that had one) I went up front to the reception area and started using the color copy machine (which is even more inaccurate since IRL the copy machines were in the back). There was a young, Hispanic male working there too...he hardly spoke any English. (IRL, 'Depressions' liked being PC and having minority quotas, but they never used them in jobs other than the mail room/copy room....typical liberal on the outside, racist in the center business people). It was then that I realized I too was a minority, not in a demographic/census-sense, but in a philosophical sense. As I was making the stupid color copies, I started thinking that I wished I had my portable Sony CD player with me, and if I did I would play Pink Floyd's 'Animals'...yes, another Animals dream. Then I started singing 'Pigs (Three Different Ones)' outloud, not caring if anyone heard me (Although that's my favorite song on the album, I do think 'Dogs' would've been more appropriate for the situation at hand). Then I remember leaving out the front door, perhaps to go home (after all, I told them I quit!). Then somehow our friends Lamya and Russ were in the dream with their two kids. I think they were picking them up at the daycare next door to 'Depressions', although L&R live 1000 miles away. Their daughter was driving a small VW Beetle and was parallel parking it in front of the daycare with Lamya watching. Their daughter is only 6. Weird. Russ and their son were heading over to our house, and I thought 'I better hurry home and get Plato so he won't attack them'. I get to my backyard which has morphed into my parent's backyard. I see a small basketball there...it's about half the size of a real basketball, and the weird thing is that it's also like an orange. Very weird. Stan's there looking at bills and saying he has to get gas, but we didn't have any money for gas, so I thought I could sell the basketball for gas money, however I'd sort of fallen in love with the weird little thing and didn't want to part with it.

By Ann @ 20:26 AM CST:12:20:02 ..::Link::..