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Art Anxiety DREAMS
Published March 20, 2012 | 
The other night I had a dream that I had an art show scheduled. I might have still been in school, either CSU or UW. Either the time had passed to install the art show, or it was the day I should be installing it. Someone called to notify me about it, and I realized I was completely unprepared for it, and didn’t have any new works or anything framed. It’s like an “I didn’t study for that test and haven’t been in class for two weeks” type dream, except with exhibiting. I can’t remember ever forgetting about an art show; usually those things have always been on my front burner calendar.
Last night I dreamt I was back in grad school in the awful studio I had for my first three years there. There was some young male student who was very friendly, but he used that friendliness to take advantage of the other students, including me. He completely took over our spaces and cleared them out and started moving the dividers around so he could have more room for himself. I was really mad at him and demanded he show me where he put all my stuff and give me back my space. I was yelling at him out in the hallway. Stan was with me. We went into a stairwell that didn’t look at all like the stairwells in the InHumanities building IRL. They were more like stairwells in an older building with wooden railing painted white. Somehow he had gotten on the other side of the stairwell balcony that overlooked many floors below. He was just hanging on to the wooden handrail and balusters and we were arguing. Then I somehow undid his grip and he fell. He fell about six stories. I heard him yelling as he fell to either his death or broken neck. Stan and I looked at eachother in a “what do we do now?” way. It was actually rather comedic, except I was hoping he had died so that he wouldn’t live to tell that I had “pushed him.” Do I tell authorities, or hope he doesn’t live to accuse me?
DREAM: Nursing Bill’s Cat Back to Health
Published March 10, 2012 | This is one sick dream. I dreamt that Bill’s cat was sick and it needed to be breastfed, as that was the only way to save it. I said I’d help, but I wasn’t lactating. So I went to the doctor and got some injections to make me lactate (like that’s possible, especially for someone through menopause!). So Bill and I went out to some place in the country that seemed like a cross between the cemetary in Fort Collins and some place near Cherokee Marsh in Madison. We get out of the car with his cat and settle on a spot by some water, but on the other side of the water there were houses, so I was afraid people would see. Bill said it was ok, so I pull up my shirt, present a boob to his cat, and it takes to it right away. Then my nipples start mutating into long nipples that look like non-human mammal nipples.
This is disturbing.
It’s like Romulus and Remus in reverse with a cat.
DREAM with Tim and a Bottle of Rum
Published March 2, 2012 | 
Last night I dreamt I was with Tim. We were looking over a rack of used clothes (he used to work at Savers before he got hired as a teacher and during the summers). I think we were laughing at the clothes. Tim said he needed a drink, and he started drinking some rum from a bottle that looked more like an amber beer bottle. I told him I wanted a little, so I started to take a swig from the bottle but only drank a very small bit. Tim seemed a bit angry about something. Maybe because drinking isn’t as much fun when you’re dead.
And Stan, I’m sorry, I forgot to say hi to him for you.
Those were the days when we used to go out drinking with Tim.
Odd Dream with Autistic Woman and Rental House
Published February 14, 2012 | Stan and I were looking at homes to rent. We had decided on a small rental that might have been a section of a larger house. We knew it was going to be smaller than what we were used to, so I’m not sure if we were going to take it or not. We walked into the living room and it had a strange familiarity to it, like we’d been there before, but I can’t remember if it is from reality or not. Continue reading
Dreams the past few days
Published February 8, 2012 | Darn, I wish I could remember this dream better. I know I remembered it when I woke up and thought, “that’s pretty funny, I’ll have to write it down” and then went on to forget the funny part about it. All I can recall is that it had Mitt Romney in it. Why do I have this guy in my dreams? (Here’s the other dream I had with Mittens…caution…opens to the previous old version of this blog) It’s absolutely ridiculous. It’s not like I’m a supporter…hardly! Have I had Pres. Obama in dreams? I don’t think so. Oh wait…I did. But why Romney? No explanation at all.
In the dream he was an instructor, maybe even an art professor. Well, that makes sense. Although I’m sure Mittens lacks any creative talents (robotic mannequins aren’t known for genuine creativity), I’m sure he’d be up there in the compassion zone along with most of the art professors I’ve known. That’s sarcasm. Yeah. Good Times, as Leon would say.
Maybe it will come to me later.
Now on to the next dream. It is very hard to explain, and I tried my best to tell Stan about it after I had it on Monday. I was going to some function where Tim would be there. It was a combination of a hospital and a funeral home, a church and a restaurant. I was not with Stan. I was traveling in a cab along with some young women. We were bringing chairs with us. When we got where we were going, we were told that we wouldn’t need the chairs because they had enough. We were all standing around a long table that was a cross between a restaurant table and an operating table. Tim was across the table from me and I waved at him. He waved back and said hi. He looked the way he did in the mid-90s with longer hair. I didn’t get a chance to talk to him because there were so many other people taking up his time.
I miss Tim so much.
Cheesey Dream
Published January 20, 2012 | 
I haven’t had a dream this detailed, memorable, and enjoyable for quite a while.
I dreamt I walked into the basement of an old two-story house which was a hybrid of the house I live in now (1904), the first story flat we rented on Main Street (1883), and Bohler’s Hole (1909). Continue reading
Dreams with Snow and Other Things
Published December 21, 2011 | I dreamt that the whole city was shut down due to a bad blizzard but Stan and I had permission to travel from some authorities. We were driving somewhere near the Beltline and John Nolen, or maybe it was near the Beltline and Fish Hatch/Park…maybe even Midvale. I don’t know, but we were on some ramp but I don’t know if we were exiting or entering. The street was not plowed, and there was no one else on the road. Continue reading
Dream with Old Computer
Published December 20, 2011 | I dreamt something about kittens and puppies. I can’t remember exactly what it was, but I think I had a couple kittens and our neighbors (Connors) had a couple puppies, and I was thinking we could introduce them together and it would be awfully cute.
I also dreamt that I went upstairs into my computer room and Stan was sitting at the table where my old Mac (7200) used to be before we recycled it (five?) years ago. Except in the dream, he was working on that very computer. And the weird thing was that it wasn’t a reaction like “Wow, my computer’s back! how did that happen?”, it was more like “huh, I wonder what Stan’s doing working on my computer?” It’s like dreaming about dead people…you don’t think twice about them being alive in your dream.
Poor computer. I miss it and feel awful about recycling it, but couldn’t give it away and didn’t have room to keep it.
Dream with the Mayor
Published December 19, 2011 | I actually had this dream the night before last.
I was in a room with other people. We were gathered around a high table, standing, and looking at various information/books, etc. on the table. Paul Soglin was there too, and he starts kissing me on the neck. I tell him that I’m married.
It wasn’t sexy, and it wasn’t gross. It was sort of sweet.
Odd.
Ya vote for a guy and this happens.
Mundane Dream
Published November 29, 2011 | I dreamt that it was night and I looked in our mailbox and saw that there were a bunch of packages that I processed via USPS online for shipping that day that needed to be picked up. I was in a bit of a panic to get them to the post office before midnight, but then thought maybe I could leave them for the next day, since they do seem to give you about 24 hours leeway (fortunately).
Note to dream self: just let Stan take them the next morning.
Protected: Creepy As Hell Dream
Published November 28, 2011 | iDream
Published November 21, 2011 | I dreamt I was in a car traveling towards the outskirts of a large city. It was supposedly LA, but it looked more like the outskirts of Milwaukee, sort of around HWY 18 heading toward Waukesha, the Republicany Walkery part of the state that I used to enjoy driving through until I heard about K. Nicholaus and the corrupt “ooops…here’s 7500 ballots”–the banana republicans that are Walker-shah. I’m not sure exactly who I was with; I think it was my mom of all people and she was driving (IRL she doesn’t drive). It appeared that we were driving through a railroad guard, but it was actually just underneath some sign or something. My eyes were actually worse than hers, if you can imagine. It was night or twilight and we were near a really creepy scroaty area with trailer homes and shacks. For some reason we stopped and got out to walk. I saw some scary backwoodsy guy, and then heard some barking. I looked behind me and it appeared to be a wolf coming down from a short but steep hill. It went down the road the other direction.
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Dream with Lipstick and Basset Hound
Published November 20, 2011 | I dreamt I was at my grandmother’s house and was looking at items on the sideboard/dresser that was in the room my mom slept in when she visited, and which she presently has in her bedroom at home. There were old tubes of lipstick that were really large and seemed more like small bottles. One was a really pretty pearlescent color that was sort of translucent with nacreous blues, lilacs and pinks. I wanted to take them with me. In the dream my grandmother was still alive, although I can’t remember much else.
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Orphaned Dream
Published October 24, 2011 | I can’t remember this dream too well. I was with about 3 other women, two of whom I did not know and were maybe 20 years younger than me, and the other was someone I used to know in Madison. It was night and we were all going out to bars down on Atwood.
OK…someone, please claim this dream because it isn’t mine. It’s an orphaned dream about 30 year old women barhopping on Atwood near Schenk’s Corners. Anyone?
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Dream in University Painting Studio
Published October 23, 2011 | I was in some studio at some art building. I don’t know whether it was CSU or UW. There was a room divider like the white kind they had in the big painting studio that they also put still life setups against, except this one was sort of structured like a pyramid. There were a bunch of photos plastered on it. I remember scaling it, climbing it. I also had to change into some one-piece shorts/dress that I wore about 16 years ago and it was way too small for me. I was trying to change in the studio behind another room divider, but people kept coming in the room and I didn’t want them to see me in various stages of undress. There was also a professor there, some old buy, but I don’t know who it was.