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DREAM: Several Species of Weird Dreams Gathered Together in an Art Gallery, Grooving with a Low Talker
I was in a room with a young woman and her two twin two-year olds (oh joy) and her Sheltie puppy. One of the two-year-olds was wearing a t-shirt that said something about teeth. I was paying attention to the Sheltie puppy. It was quite cute and like to be petted on its stomach. But all the time I was thinking I didn't like dogs with such narrow snouts.
Stan and I were at a restaurant and o
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ordered some food that we couldn't finish. For some reason, we had to come back to the restaurant for Breakfast, so I took a menu into a bathroom with me to read to see what we could order the following day. When I got back to the table, Stan had put some of the food in a take-out styrofoam box, but he also put some on the box top (which was separate from the rest of the box) so it was a big mess. I told him I wasn't going to carry it because it was too messy. Then I said something outloud IRL, "You know, it was nice and neat before and then you had to make a big mess" or something like that, waking myself up.
There was a young man who was putting up an art exhibit in one of the buildings down the street. He was about 20 or so and rather cute in a boylike way. I visited the make-shift gallery space as he was installing it, and was surprised to find one of my old paintings hanging in the back. Evidentally, in the dream (not in real life because this was all made up in the dream), I had exhibited there a while back, but the woman who ran the gallery was closing it and giving this young guy a chance for his BFA show. I told her that I'd like to come back another time to pick up my old painting. The painting wasn't a *real* painting of mine, but it sort of closely resembled a number of things I could've done from the early 80s to the early 90s, a long panel with gothic-ish figures....lots of faces. I remember one of them holding a candle. I saw the young man who was sitting with his girlfriend and taking a break from the installation. I asked him if he was a student at the UW and he responded, but he was a low talker...just like that Seinfeld woman. I asked him again and he repeated, again I didn't hear him. So I just said, "Aaahh," and walked away. Then Stan and I went in the back of the gallery to look at my old painting, and to our surprise we discovered even more of my old art...a lot of the work that I did with layers of gloss medium that I poured out on glass to dry, peeled up, and then applied like cloth over paintings.