Overlapping Dreams

Dreamer: Katherine

Dream: There seem to be several dreams going on all at one time, two of which I remember more clearly. Some of the people and objects in the dreams are the same, but the scenarios are all different. In all of the dreams I am an artist.

In dream one I am working on an art project and it is large. My brother and mother are there so I assume it takes place in my childhood, even though I seem to be in my adult body with all of my life experiences and learning with me. My large canvas is almost finished and I am cleaning up and doing laundry. As I put the last load in and push the button water erupts in the backyard like a geyser and soon there is mud everywhere. This upsets my brother and my mother. Then I find that my canvas is coming loose from the stretcher bars and I am working on re attaching them. I look for some glue.

At the same time I am in another dream where I am with a group and we are presenting art to a collector. The collector is doing their seasonal purchase and rearrangement of artwork. I have just finished an unusual piece. My piece is large, three dimensional, about three feet by three feet by three feet, sort of pyramid shaped but not evenly. It resembles a mountain, but a mountain that is more even, almost like a pyramid. It is covered with black velvet and the edges have trapunto stitching details. The whole thing is suspended from the ceiling so that it appears to hover in mid air. I am glad because this means it is above the mud. The chain the piece is hanging from is a bit large. I want to find an alternative. I am trying to figure out ahead of time if my piece will be chosen so I look at a catalogue that shows other works in the collection. I also see a large mural created from interlocking tiles that stretches across an entire wall and around a corner. I think it is beautiful. My friend N_ stands up to present my piece and explains that it is interactive and my friend P_ stands up to demonstrate. She gives it a big push so that it spins and we can hear the object inside shift around. I quickly tell P_ not to push it so hard, that it’s not a toy, then I check inside. There is a little door to access the interior and inside is a triangular pouch, also black velvet and also trimmed with trapunto detail, containing an eight ball. The ball has come halfway out of the pouch due to the force of the spin. While everyone goes to the next room, carefully avoiding the mud everywhere, to see more work, I use my glue to repair the tears in the pouch.