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04:21:2002 Entry: "DREAMs"
DREAMs
I was in college and was either painting or printmaking. My hands and arms were covered in paint or printers ink. I had to go to another class, but if I took the time to wash my hands I'd be late. The other class was presided over by a professor who seemed Indonesian. He spoke with a thick accent and seemed very dictatorial in his approach to the students. Naturally, I didn't know any of the material, nor had I studied for it. We had a test, and it was taking him forever to hand out the tests. I was considering going to wash my hands while he was in the process of handing out the tests, but I decided to wait until he got to me. Then I told him my situation, and asked if I could be excused. I went to the restroom to wash the thick black ink off of myself. I was using Lava soap and was scrubbing so hard I thought I'd bleed, or at least be extremely chaffed. When I got back to the class, it seemed there was only about five minutes left in the class period to take the test. I was hoping he would give me some extra time because he took so long in distributing them. The tests were multiple choice, and one had to blacken in the corresponding elipse for the correct answer, except these elipses were raised embossed, i.e., they protruded above the paper plane, so blackening them in took extra effort and more time.
I can't remember the correct progression of dream sequences in the next one, but I'll try. I was in a room with a bunch of other people, some looking askance at me. The room was old, like it was built in the early 1900s or late 1800s. The building was old and made of brick or stone. I must have been at a meeting or something. I was waiting for my mom to come. When she finally appeared, she was the Queen of England (which is weird because sometimes my mom does remind me of QE2 even though she isn't English). The tone of the room was like, "Oh, I didn't realize your mother was Queen Elizabeth;" they then stopped viewing me suspiciously and then started fawning over me mum. I was walking around the room and there was a tall, blonde woman with short hair that kept staring at me. She gave me the creeps. For some reason, I suspected that she wanted to get me in bed. I was correct; she suggested a menage-a-trois with Stan and I. I said no. For some reason our bedroom was right there in that room. I went to bed but she got in it too. I was trying to get away from her. It was horrible, somehow we ended up having group sex (oh boy, here come the Google searches) and I was struggling to get out of it and so was Stan. Then somehow Tim ended up there too, even though I thought he was a character I invented. Each time I'd open my eyes, expecting to see the character (a subject of my figurative paintings and stories), Leon, but it'd be Tim. He started making fun of it...we'd close our eyes and open them together and then we'd scream when we saw eachother. I'm sure Tim didn't like being in bed with me anymore than I liked being in bed with him. At least we had a sense of humour about it. What was weird is that in the dream he had dark brown eyes; I think Tim has sort of bluish-hazel colored eyes, they're certainly not brown (he says his right eye is a different color from his left). Then everyone went away and I was the only one left. I looked out the window and saw people walking by on the street. Some would look at the side of the building where my room was and look worried, like there was something wrong with the building. I went outside to see what people were worried about. There was a woman there who seemed like she was from the Carribean; she had an accent. She told me to come with her, she seemed concerned like there might be trouble. She went back up the stairs of the building and into an alcove to use a payphone. I can't remember what happened after that.
3 Comments
Just wondering, what is Lava soap? Soap made of lava?? I've heard about Lava lamps, but soap? ;o)
Posted by Nico @ 03/02/2002 10:46 AM CST
Yes, as a matter of fact it is! :)
Lava is the brand name, but it is in fact made of with pumice, which comes from volcanic rock, I believe. It's very useful for getting off hard-to-clean paint, grease, etc. Automechanics and artists use it a lot, but it does wreak havoc on your skin if used a lot without hand lotion.
Posted by Ann @ 03/02/2002 11:01 AM CST
That's a lavasoap, aha. Thanks for the info =o)
Posted by Nico @ 03/02/2002 07:24 PM CST