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04:09:2002 Entry: "DREAM"
DREAM
I was at a university with an art department. I don't know if it was CSU or UW, but the layout of the studio seemed like the one I had as an undergrad at CSU, although the student's attitudes and post-postmodern art drivel being produced looked more like that from UW. I found the area where I used to have my studio...some of my possessions were even there. I specifically remember cardboard trays of large pieces of soft pastel. Some of the pastel seemed more like organic matter formed into a large crayon. Some people had moved in on my territory and I was throwing their stuff out. I was actually getting rather violent, and was flinging easels into the air (if you've ever tried to lift an industrial strength easel from a college, you'd know that'd be impossible, especially for me). I went out to the main office in the building, and was standing by the receptionist's desk. I was talking to some female student either from VietNam or of Vietnamese descent named Tran (isn't Tran a man's name?). She was tiny, only about 4 feet tall. The receptionist was telling us that there was going to be an opening reception that night for some Southeast Asian art exhibit. Then she gave us these weird paper hats that folded out into these head embellishments like ones I've seen in a Thai traditional costume. (This is the 2nd dream in recent memory where something made out of paper folds out into a 3-dimensional object). Tran asked me if I wanted to go to the reception with her that night. I told her I would. Then I met up with Stan later that day or night. I was being given birthday presents in my studio (again, it is NOT my birthday!). I think there was a black man there with me...I don't know if it was someone I used to know or not. My parents were there too. My dad gave me a bunch of chemicals in solid form in old fashioned containers...very small containers. It was sort of neat...oxides, minerals, inorganic compounds and such. I was thinking that I should use them in art. (IRL my dad worked as manager of the chemistry stockroom at CSU and has his PhD in Chemistry and has amassed a small [and hopefully not dangerous] chemical collection). Then I realized it was the next day and that I had entirely forgotten about the Southeast Asian art exhibit and meeting Tran there. I felt horrible...I had not intended to stand her up. I went out into the main area of the art building again and found her and hugged her and profusely apologized for forgetting about the opening. I don't think she was mad at me.
2 Comments
Hey, it's the second time within weeks you dream you have birthday and get gifts! I came with gifts a night before, remember =o)
I think Tran is both male and female. In Norway Tran is the codliveroil you drink to get enough vitamin D ;o]
Posted by Nico @ 04/09/2002 10:26 AM CST
Yeah, that IS weird, I remember that! And then there was this moronic dream where the guy was wishing me a happy birthday.
I think it's weird that I actually *named* someone in my dream that I didn't know. Usually people I don't know in my dream are nameless. Tran rhymes with Ann and Stan. Hmmmm.
Posted by Ann @ 04/09/2002 10:41 AM CST