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04:21:2002 Entry: "DREAM"
DREAM
Pretty long, involved dream. I was with my parents, and in typical parent fashion, they were trying to make a simple solution to a problem even more complicated. For some reason, their car or my van or something needed a new battery, and I can't remember what was happening, but it was going to take them forever to get it replaced. I offered a simple solution, and they decided to go with my idea. My dad dropped my mom and I off at the UW Memorial Union while he went to the car repair place. For some reason, my mom and I were trying to find a certain room in the Union, I can't remember what for. The interior was very complicated and we were getting lost. It sort of looked like the interior of a very confusing church or cathedral. There looked like there was some church service going on, and my mom tapped the shoulder of an usher to give us directions. I was really embarrassed, wishing that she would've just let us find it on our own. The man was black, but as he led us to the room we were looking for, he turned white. The room was small, only about eight chairs. Then he sat down with us in these chairs that looked like classroom desks, and started to show us a slideshow on his digital camera of his photography. For some reason we got in a conversation with him and it came out that I had been born in a coffeehouse, in an alcove. (IRL, I was born like the majority of other American babies that year, in a sterile hospital) I got a big smile on my face and exclaimed that my parents were beatniks. There was another guy on my mom's left side listening to the story, and he asked me what was wrong with that? I tried to explain to him that I was GLAD my parents were beatniks because that changes my perception of them as being arch conservatives. (Which IRL my mom isn't as much, but my dad is with flying colors). Then the room started to fill up with people I recognized from a certain Madison artist meeting I attended a couple months back, and then I realized I was part of that meeting, even though I didn't want to be. There was a woman who was taking charge, short blonde hair, and she looked familiar, but I think she looked like someone I knew in Colorado. She was saying that artists should ask really high prices for their art and sell them to mortuaries. There was a window in the small room that was covered by a venetian blind, but my mom could see that my dad was outside looking in. She said we needed to go, but as she left, I lost track of her. I went outside and it was snowing and there was about two feet of snow on the ground and I had no coat and was wearing small shoes, and had no money with which to catch a bus. I started calling "Mom, Dad!" like a lost kid, but I couldn't find them. I started walking around the building, but couldn't see any trace of them. I looked back at the building and there was a strange banner where a movie was being projected against. I saw a Doctor Seuss-looking character on the banner, which was outside of a theatre that was part of the Memorial Union, and wondered if my parents were in there. (?!?)