Another instance last night that I recalled events within my dream, possible to ensure that this carried on in my conscious state...

April 20, 2010
I was trying to get home in a taxi, but the driver let me off saying I could take the train...the neighborhood was unfamiliar and i was trying to find 8th street and church. i found a building where the art class i had joined was starting. we were watching a film about what we would learn: drawing flapper's cheeks, acting out the facial expressions that the Disney Gaston character does animated....then I got pulled out of class by a guidance counselor. (It might be interesting to note that I remember taking two buckets of crayons with me and placed them outside the door, as I was sure I'd be coming back.)

The creative directors (who were actually from my work) told that I was not good enough to be in the art class, as they had never seen me draw-I had only been a producer to them. They tried to test my know-how by having me direct this drawing he did of a whale with geese around it. i could see the line drawing was fine, but he said it needed to look like a REAL photographic whale which included detailed shadowing the looked like pebbles. this continued to plague my mind in odd flashbacks to these pebblic images.

I joined R in a rally for the Razzie awards where Sandra Bullock was trying to convince people not to let her win. We were calling her Jessie though. She did a song for us saying that I was the one he needed to take care of and pay attention to, and they drew hearts out of chalk and all that jazz, and it was all very sweet and romantic. I told R about my creative director thing, angry that I wasted money on a class I couldn't take. I went back and told the directors (who were scrambling to get their works done for their clients) they were drawing their images too big and need to do it on a small scale, like I did. I left triumphantly.

I also realized that when I tried to think of Sandra's name this morning, I drew an absolute blank. I could only think of the name Jessie, which consequently, is her asshole husband.

I think this dream might have had something to do with me worrying that my skills are not being utilized, and that I miss doing some of the things I used to do (like drawing) in my daily life. Or perhaps on a larger scale it means I feel I'm not living up to my potential?

And how the hell do Sandra Bullock and a whale factor into this?

Labels: animals, art, brooklyn, drawing, geese, sandra bullock, taxi, whale

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