Thursday, July 27, 2006

dreamtime-20060727

...as I'm exploring someone's house, that of Mr. Baxter's, the pastor of my church growing up and it's huge like a dark maze like a Dechirico painting with slanted light falling on my face in a mirror with roses on the sides in a bathroom that is dark grey. I walk out of the house along with many many stray teenagers(?) going in and out to work while a big man yells and fixes things. The house is bright red and lopsided, crooked, impossible to stand up, stairway descending, we travel down the extremely suburban street and try to avoid things being blown up. Then I'm in a school for something we circle through the parking lot twice, I'm qualified to a tee all that's left is a test paper to make checkmarks on and sign that keeps getting wet and I am given a new one several times. There are puddles but it's not raining. The sign outside the school says JACA. Then there is a curved sanctuary. Many many empty chairs. They are a church but are fine with the fact I don't believe...

4 comments:

Paul said...

I don't know WHAT you're eating, but it's making your imagination run in warp speed at night!

I had to look de Chirico up. I found this comment about his work interesting:

De Chirico is best known for ... haunted, brooding moods ... sometimes inhabited by mannequin-like hybrid figures.

And what issues do you still have with Mr. Baxter?

I'm just hopping that you can resolve all this before your mother moves in.

Brad said...

I wish I could remember dreams in detail the way you do.

Or, maybe not.

David said...

I second the eating comment.

Marty Gilbert said...

Its a sign. To thoes of us who tour your gallery. Creative people are needed now more than ever. thanks for being here