Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Saturday, August 13, 2011
dreams diary.
I just had another dream about you. I've been dreaming about you a lot since we got back...
the other night; that dream was so odd. we were in africa, and we drove up to an old gym. and it was sort of enclosed, but sort of open-air. and we rolled out old tumbling mats, like in elementary school gym. and we placed large buffers to the sides of them. and we were expected to do a show, I think. and then a huge dust storm came through, and dust was flying all around us. and you were wearing a bandana across your forehead, and rachael asked you for it to cover her mouth. and you made her trade her passport for it. and then I think we were going to perform a bluegrass show on the mats. and that's all I can remember.
and today, I dreamed about you during my lazy saturday afternoon nap. with storm clouds hovering outside, I threw on a hoodie and snuggled into bed.
today, you were an artist. and you had a small gallery displaying your art that was located on the grounds of a pioneer campground where tourists came to see how life used to be lived. your gallery was a wooden hut, like a cabin, and there was a man and woman working it. I came to see your art, and they showed me everything and explained it all to me. I asked a few questions and they said that the artist was in town and they would call him to see if he could come meet me the next day to explain it in person. and I was nervous to see you. your art was a mix of things from my memory. it was birds and other animals, and done sort of in a style like the african disease awareness paintings I saw for sale on the streets in zanzibar. I just remember thinking I was proud of you for becoming an artist, and I was not surprised but felt that it seemed right. and at the end of the dream I walked outside to the back of the hut. while out there, I remember a man on the front porch of a nearby cabin, dressed in pioneer clothing, doing some sort of call for the guests - like, to dinner, or the start of a tour, or something like that. the woman working there brought out a remote control spinning and flying toy. and she told me to hold it, and she would tell me when to release it and it would fly. and I did and I remember it spinning in around and flashing lights really close to my face, and it frightened me. spinning and spinning and spinning. and then it ended.
the other night; that dream was so odd. we were in africa, and we drove up to an old gym. and it was sort of enclosed, but sort of open-air. and we rolled out old tumbling mats, like in elementary school gym. and we placed large buffers to the sides of them. and we were expected to do a show, I think. and then a huge dust storm came through, and dust was flying all around us. and you were wearing a bandana across your forehead, and rachael asked you for it to cover her mouth. and you made her trade her passport for it. and then I think we were going to perform a bluegrass show on the mats. and that's all I can remember.
and today, I dreamed about you during my lazy saturday afternoon nap. with storm clouds hovering outside, I threw on a hoodie and snuggled into bed.
today, you were an artist. and you had a small gallery displaying your art that was located on the grounds of a pioneer campground where tourists came to see how life used to be lived. your gallery was a wooden hut, like a cabin, and there was a man and woman working it. I came to see your art, and they showed me everything and explained it all to me. I asked a few questions and they said that the artist was in town and they would call him to see if he could come meet me the next day to explain it in person. and I was nervous to see you. your art was a mix of things from my memory. it was birds and other animals, and done sort of in a style like the african disease awareness paintings I saw for sale on the streets in zanzibar. I just remember thinking I was proud of you for becoming an artist, and I was not surprised but felt that it seemed right. and at the end of the dream I walked outside to the back of the hut. while out there, I remember a man on the front porch of a nearby cabin, dressed in pioneer clothing, doing some sort of call for the guests - like, to dinner, or the start of a tour, or something like that. the woman working there brought out a remote control spinning and flying toy. and she told me to hold it, and she would tell me when to release it and it would fly. and I did and I remember it spinning in around and flashing lights really close to my face, and it frightened me. spinning and spinning and spinning. and then it ended.
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