Cyndi Hearts Will Smith

Last night I had a myriad of dreams. One began hanging out with Cyndi R. at a school. We saw Will Smith, only he was really scrawny with greying hair. Cyndi got really excited, so I had to restrain her by picking her up and bringing her to the cafeteria. Much of the rest of the dream was about a movement across the US towards racial reconciliation. 'Twas pretty intense, and one guy had to do an impression of some Harvey Stevenson guy, who was apparently a famous singer.

Anyhow, also in my dream included chastising for sleeping in too late and I had the impression it was three in the afternoon. So I got up: it was 9:30.

Ishmael

Last night, my dream(s) wandered through various scenes, with one continuous chorus: Ishmael.

Scene1:
At the beginning of my dream, I was at the house of my employer's in-laws. There they were telling me of a brick church built in Galena. Apparently the roof had been built in the style that the town wanted, but not the rest of the building. Moreover, the roof was much larger than the rest of the building and had been constructed first. My boss' father-in-law (Chuck) declared that he and his wife would have joined the church if it had been built earlier, but still recommended that I visit it.

Scene 2:
I was outside a house with a porch, apparently babysitting from a family. My charge was a young girl of around 6, and I recall being so happy to be in the company of children again.

Scene 3:
This event was apparently a film that I was watching and also partaking in. It took place inside the house mentioned in scene 2. There were horses that looked like cats. And one was to be released into the next room. However, both got out, with Alia speeding after them. She chased the one which was not to be out below the stairwell on which Reed and another stood. Reed had a volleyball in his hand and was supposed to spike it at the horse/cat. He missed his cue, and the narrator spoke, "He gave the ball a pathetic thud, hardly matching with the loud boom which followed on its impact."

Chaos then ensued.

Chorus:
Throughout the dream, weaving intermittently through the waves of weak plot was one word: Ishmael. Ishmael. Ishmael. When I heard the word I saw the rims of clay cups, roughened and not yet rounded; they spun and weaved before me like wheels. And tumultuously the word: Ishmael.

All through the night I could hear the traffic rattling along--above speed limit--and each bump that woke me sounded "Ishmael."

I finally awoke to a thud which seemed to narrate something being hit or run over. I then heard the semi pull to a stop. I woke with a start and the word "Ishmael" engraved in my mind.

Pyro

My dream last night was very limited in scope. In it, I was prepping for an exhibition in the Denler. I was to exhibit one piece, the very same one I made on the Italy trip. On the trip I sketched various people in a sketchbook. There was a white triangular shelf set up and I propped my square black sketchbook up so it lay open. Propping it open on the left and right were objects that seemed like a blend of coin/stone/candle. I then grabbed a lighter, and for the exhibition, I lit the coins which then ignited the book and it began burning. Not consumed entirely at one, but page by page. Apparently it was some sort of performance piece.

Dream (a couple weeks ago): Knitting

I think I had this dream when I was in Iowa, and without easy computer access. The dream began with Kyle K. and Katlin (and maybe Audra) walking into a room to knit. It then shifted, and I I was to teach a knitting class as a presentation for a class with Dr. Banks. In my dream, the class was to meet in a living room. Now, if you've ever had a class with Dr. Banks, you know she SHOWERS you with resources: articles, books, videos. It's a whirlwind of learning.

In my dream, this was no different. The living room was cluttered and a television was set up which was showing how to knit. Furthermore, Dr. Banks handed out articles with knitting instructions. My very lesson was being ripped from below me. People were following the video and handouts rather than listen to my instruction. Furthermore, the video was blending knitting and crocheting and wasn't pure knitting.

My efforts to focus their attention was failing, and with assurance that my grade was falling, I surrendered.

Dream: Play, Opening Night

Last night I dreamed about a play production at school. I was apparently a stage hand, and I reported for the first night's performance. Though I was supposedly a part of the production, I didn't recall having attended any of the performances. At first my viewpoint was watching the show, and Hannah E. was performing as a waitress, wearing a pink dress. Then I switched places with her, and suddenly she became the one ordering.

She gave me a complex order: one glass pink lemonade, one mixed pink and yellow, and so forth. I went backstage to get the props to fill the order. I kept jumbling it. Dropping cups. Mismatching cups. Cups of different colors. Eventually I grabbed a sushi tray filled with Asian soup spoons that were propped up with built in heels. They looked like they could be worn, and I encouraged my table members to drink from them. This is my shameful part of my dream, for at this point I was speaking in a stereotypical Asian accented English. I felt so racist and cruel for doing this in my dream, but apparently I was supposed to for that character in the play.

The play progressed. The next scene I was in, I was seated at a table with a male character. He was professing his love for me. He was going to leave his girlfriend to be with me. This whole dream, I recall not knowing my lines or even the plot line of the play. I had a paperback book opened in front of me, which was the same plot line. I poured over it in hopes to find what I was supposed to say. I improved things left and right.

Throughout the scene, the curtain would open and close when it should remain open. I recall such incredible guilt, feeling both that I had traumatized this (fictional) couple's relationship as well as botched the play.

The entire performance was horrendous. Afterwards I spoke with the director, pleading, "If I knew I was a character in the play, I would have memorized my lines!"

Giraffe

Last night I had a rather odd dream, perhaps it was because I'm beginning to get good sleep again. In my dream I was on a bus with a giraffe, later on a hill with the giraffe. Basically this giraffe was being carted around until we got to a spot where we could help it deliver the baby giraffe inside of it. I was to help with the delivery.

The end.

Josh + Heather = Engaged

Last night I had a dream involving two very dear friends: Joshua W. and Heather B. Somewhere along the course of my dream, Josh gained paralysis of the legs. However, this was not too tragic, for I soon found out that Josh and Heather were engaged. But, I was still sad, because I felt I was losing you both. Don't fear, Joshua, for you and Heather were still able to canoe in the midst of your paralysis.

Shoes and Bums

Wednesday night I dreamed that I was going with a bunch of NWC people to some conference. Also coming along was my maternal grandmother. We had to stay the night, but gma wanted to save money. So, my grandmother, eldest sister Heather, Dorene, various others and I decided to sleep on the sidewalk . . . right outside a hotel.

The hotel managers weren't too happy about that and made us get rooms. My grandmother said she used to live there, on account that it doubled as a permanent and temporal residence. The place was nice, everything in dark greens, maroons and antique browns. A two person room was $20.50; I recall this because Dorene were sharing a room and agreed to split the cost. In my wallet was a twenty, four ones, and a five. I found it rather inconvenient, and while I tried to figure a way to evenly split the cost, I was rushed to a shoe store.

It was the morning and Dorene and I were to head to the conference. Our only problem was that we needed black shoes. I was wearing black ballet slipper dress shoes--but one does not quickly notice this in a dream. Dorene and I looked around the store which seemed to contain only black shoes.

In my dream it seemed that Dorene and I were also to split the cost of the shoes and share them. This was before I realized I was wearing black shoes and thought it wouldn't work to share shoes when we needed them for the same event, simultaneously. More to the forefront of my mind, however, was the thought that Dorene had slightly smaller feet than me--a half size or so--and I wanted us to pick out a shoe in my size and not hers (I don't recall if Dorene has smaller feet or not in actuality).

I moved over to my size of shoes and saw a pair of black converse low-top sneakers. I thought they would be perfect. As I tried them on, they grew into chunky platform heels. Moreover, they grew beyond high tops and their mid-calf top was lined with black faux fur. It was at this moment that my dream self realized I had black shoes on my feet and ought to head to the conference, but man was that shoe a pain to take off!

Hillary Duff

Sometimes my dreams transform me into pop celebrities. It never makes much sense. Last night I dreamed that I was Hillary Duff.

Much of my dream was a blur: me in a garden, driving in Saint Paul, in an office building.

In the building everyone was dressed in black. There was also a party in New York City by invitation only. I wanted to go because Edgar was going, and I wanted to meet Edgar.

Apparently in this office, Luke (art prof) worked and he recommended me for a job that I thought I wasn't qualified for (not having gotten my degree and all). So, I talked to his boss and got an invite to the party in New York.

I was pretty excited and went to buy a headband. In the store, they were talking about some celebrity who had bought some yellow and purple thin headbands. I traded the thick white headband on my head for a go at one of these thin head bands. The lady at the counter advised me against it.

"Besides," she said, "it's an all-white party."

I was dressed in all black with a white headband.