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08:19:2004 Entry: "Ann : DREAM...Tim is Home and Art Gallery"
DREAM...Tim is Home and Art Gallery
I don't have much hope. I had a dream last night that Tim called us. His voice was crystal clear, not tired, not hyphenated by gasps for breath, not weak, but strong. I was overjoyed. He said he was well, and he'd been released from the hospital. He said he was all better now. He was cured.
I believe that is a sign that he is indeed "home" in the metaphoric, cosmic sense of "home." But then again, I do not know because no one has called us. I am fearing the call.
I also had a dream that I was in a room with people. Stan was there, as were some old paintings similar to ones I did in college over 20 years ago. They were large and abstract. They were, in the dream, my paintings. There were also some paintings by other people. They were crappy, poorly done, even the stretching of the canvas was bad. Mine were warping a little, but not too much to distract from the image. Then the room changed and the paintings were on the wall, like a gallery. The paintings were newer, like ones I did in the 90s with gold leaf. There were 4 large horizontal paintings, one on each wall, surrounded on the edges by some smaller paintings. It looked very oriental. My paintings reminded me of gongs. The people in the room were having a discussion and they wanted to turn my (metal leafed) paintings around because they were glaringly distracting. I told them if they turn them around they will be even more distracting because of the insulation material, which is silvery, that Stan used to assemble them (long complicated explanation of why he uses it I will not go into).