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It is daytime and the weather is very fine I find myself walking along a familiar (dream) street in a
quiet suburban neighborhood. I am my making my way over to a rather nice looking community centre
which is also a library, exhibition centre and a local administration centre too (by administration it was
sort of governmental but in an informal helpful kind of way, it was sort of like a public information
I make my way inside the contemporary clean white building and stroll over to the library area to have
a browse along the shelves. I’m in the art section and I take out a big thick book to have a look at. I
find that it is a kind of biography and picture portfolio of the abstract artist Wassily Kandinsky. After
leafing through a few of the pages looking at the colorful pictures I close the book and turn it over to
read the spine, its very difficult to read and focus upon, I can only concentrate on a few blurry watery
letters at a time but I can tell that it reads “Kandinsky”.
A young brown haired woman roughly my age or a bit older dressed in a smart two piece suit of skirt
and jacket enters into the community center into an open area set aside for gatherings and small
exhibitions, the lady is accompanied by a quiet older male who appears to some kind of patron or
benefactor for a great collection of art. The lady has come to set-up an art exhibition of stunningly
beautifully glass ornaments.
I feel that the glass ornaments could be a new form of art that the artist Kandinsky has been
experimenting with (if so then he has made a shift from abstraction to realism....at least in my dream).
But the gorgeous glass objects also look like Lalique glass creations too with an Art Nouveau or Art
Deco feel about them. (Lalique glass objects and ornaments are very beautiful I think, if nobody has
heard of them before I’ve put a link below in the additional comments).
As the lady arranges the beautiful little ornaments on what looks like a coffee table I watch as she
takes out a glass vase made from deep honey and amber brown colored glass, its truly stunning and
glows with an inner light. The object is utterly desirable and I immediately fall in love with it, it has a tall
irregular almost organic rectangular shape with a thin irregular elliptic profile when seen from above.
Molded in relief on the front of the vase and taking up its entire frontispiece are the faces of a beautiful
woman and a handsome man side by side.
The two faces actually overlap meaning that they both share one eye right at the centre of their
overlapping foreheads, this image is very striking and resonates with deep spirituality it looks very
much like a third eye. It’s absolutely stunning in its beauty sort of vaguely like a large frosted hip flask
in appearance, with an air of romantic pre-Raphaelite art about it, its very 1920’s and 1930’s too but in
another way it is sort of timeless.
The lady who is setting up the pieces of glass on the display table whilst the older man reclines in a
comfy chair watching her also desires the spectacular vase too, in fact she is almost possessive over it
and she hugs it tightly in her arms not wanting to let go of it. But unfortunately for her (and me!) the
older grey haired man makes it clear that the beautiful vase is on loan from another museum and
cannot be kept, its so beautiful though I think to myself and I still have the hope that one day I would
like to own that vase.
Realizing that the unique display probably won’t be shown at the community center’s exhibition area
forever I get down on the floor virtually lying on my stomach in order to take a few photographs of the
arrangement of fine glass ornaments so that I will have a record and memento of the beautiful objects
should I never get to see them again.
Something unusual happens though as I try to take my picture, when I look through the lens my
attention or focus is drawn to a scene outside the community center on the other side of the road, it’s
as if I am drawn away from the beautiful objects by some unknown force making me pay attention to
something important outside.
On the other side of the road outside is a local refuse tip with a massive mountain of rubbish, it’s the
sort of place where the garbage men take the trucks to offload all of the waste after doing their rounds.
Suddenly from up above (and still looking through my cameras lens) I see lots of tiny pieces of rubbish
and paper rain and float down from the sky, although it is garbage it looks sort of beautiful and doesn’t
really carry too much negativity.
Another older smart grey haired lady who is in charge of the community center says that it is my job to
go and clean all of the trash up and away from the rubbish tip. I gather that it is a task that she wants
done once and for all (I get the feeling that the land where the tip is situated is probably wanted for
some new purpose perhaps for a development project.
The woman is firm and has an authoritarian air about her but she strikes me as being very fair and
friendly too. I realize that the task I have been given is a sort of community service, it doesn’t feel so
much like a punishment but more of a debt that I need to pay.
I head on outside and over the road to where the rubbish tip is and start sorting through all of the junk
and trash in order to separate it all out in order to have it destroyed once and for all probably by taking
it to a giant incinerator. I don’t actually mind the work too much and actually feel very positive to be
getting stuck into the tough task. It’s very dirty, smelly and messy though sorting through all of the
gunk by hand.
Suddenly from above me a crane with a grabber arm dumps another load of rubbish on top of the
already existing mountain of garbage. I’m not so much annoyed at being given more work to do as I
feel more than able to cope and actually feel very motivated, its just that when the crane dropped all of
the rubbish it got dumped into some thick muddy water and it splashed all over my jeans.
I head over to the community centre with my legs soaked through to complain about how the crane
splashed me with all of the dirty mud (the lower parts of my jeans were absolutely plastered making it
uncomfortable to work in).
When I approach the lady at the help desk she tells me in a very formal kind of way using the
term “Mr.” and then my surname “don’t worry your fee/salary will be here waiting here for you when
the job has been completed”. Her tone was very prim and proper and gave me a little smile, I quite like
the sound of what she said and it takes the edge off the situation with my messy clothes, I never
realized I’d be getting paid for clearing up the rubbish tip!
Feeling that I have done enough work for one day I head over to the community centre’s toilets to
wash and clean myself up, I’ll also change into some fresh clothes too as mine are filthy and it would
appear that I have a rendezvous with some family that evening to go out for a meal so I want to look
clean and tidy.
As I head down the corridor to the washroom I see a person I used to go to art college with chasing
after some young boys (I can’t ever recall dreaming of this person at all, the only reason I can think of
him being used as a character in my dream is that his name “Pat” perhaps carries a double meaning).
The old student doesn’t appear to be bullying the boys but is actually trying to recover something that
they had stolen from him.
He corners the young mischief makers who look sort of like street urchins (young boys similar to this
showed up in this dream from a few nights ago ‘A ladies pick-up truck, stud bolts & giant hydraulics.’ -
07/21/07) and scallywags and searches through their jacket pockets for what was rightfully his (I never
get to see what this is or was).
I get past and go into the toilet and am immediately taken aback to see that it is in a complete state,
it’s not particularly dirty its just that it looks like a group of naughty chimps have run riot and created
havoc by throwing toilet rolls about and squirting liquid soap all over the floors. As I step into the room
I put my foot straight into the gooey pink liquid soap which squidges up through my socks (I must have
removed my boots beforehand probably because they were plastered in mud from my work at the tip).
I realize that it was the mischief making boys who created all of the mess here, they really are like little
monkeys and are perched up on the work surface where the wash basins are looking quite at home in
their mess with crafty impish expressions on their faces. I make a loud exclamation in French kind of a
big “Ooh la la!” and then proceed speaking in French (very well too which surprised me on waking). I
say in French (English here) “I’ve never seen such a toilet like this before, you must be the messiest
boys about!” my old college friend agrees with me too.
I take off my dirty clothes and have a good wash and then look for some new fresh clean ones to
I then head off outside in order to go and meet up with my family for the evening meal, the weather is
still sunny and glorious with a beautiful blue sky (the weather was like this for the entire dream). I see
my old college friend still busy working away in the street he appears to have been given some similar
community tasks to do like me, or may even have been assigned to give me a helping hand.
I watch as he lifts up a huge drain cover or manhole cover in the street with the intention of going to
work on the drains in the street by giving them a good clean. He beckons me over wanting me to carry
on working and to get involved. I tell him its 6 O’clock and I’ve finished for the day, I tell him that I
don’t want to overdo it on my first day.
He seems okay with my reply and besides I actually enjoyed doing the work and I’m happy to come
back the next day to continue on from where I left off. I do head over to give him a hand with the
heavy manhole cover though and tell him to be careful so that he doesn’t hurt himself.
Both of last night dreams were great and left me with an upbeat feeling.
Here is the link to some the artworks by René Lalique (the female face pendant in the first link is pretty
I think and something along the lines of the objects that appeared in my dream):
And one other art gallery link here with some pictures: