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DREAM
I was with some people who were part of some stupid reality-based tv show where they went around to different houses and apartments and lived in them for a short time while they were being filmed (I do not watch reality-based shows myself, but am aware of their existence). I guess I was one of the people to be part of the "documentary" (if you can call it that). We were going from a rather wealthy house to a lower-class modern-era apartment dwelling with peeling black and white paint on the outside. I didn't like any of the neighborhoods we were driving through....they were too new, not enough trees, too crowded, too minimalistic. I also remember reading some sort of weird celebrity magazine, but I realized the person they were interviewing in the article was Mister Rogers. I thought that this was hilarious, only if in an ironic sort of way. We arrived at our destination in the parking lot of the apartment buildings. It was at night. There was weird stuff hanging from the electric lines outside...very large black and dark colored glass/plastic structures that looked like props from The Road Runner cartoon, if the Road Runner was live action instead of animated and was more gothic than southwestern. As we got out of the car, which was a cramped two-door subcompact, Hieronymus, who was travelling with us, got outside. He looked more like a small long-haired terrier/mutt mix instead of a Pug. He was running all around a strange shrubby/grassy area. I was afraid of him getting hit by a car. I was finally able to grab him by the collar (IRL he doesn't wear a collar since his accident). One of the people I was with was carrying some sort of box that contained a musical instrument or an amplifier or something. We started walking toward our destination, but I don't know where that was. I also remember being part of an art exhibit that was taking place at a large church, like Methodist or something. There were all these elderly women in charge, and they were all fawning over me. They were saying that even that I only had paintings in the show, they listed me in some place where they had the craft artists listed as well. I didn't know whether to be thankful or insulted. Then I saw my name on some newspaper, but they had my last name wrong. They had me listed as Ann Shorewood. Weird.