Date of dream: Saturday, August 11, 2007
Level of Lucidity:
Level of Cohesiveness:
This dream has been viewed 3932 times.
It’s daytime in a dream house that I don’t recognise the property seems to be undergoing a lot of
renovation work, two of the major jobs being tackled are some plastering and the laying of parquet. It
feels like this is my home and I have employed some people to do the work for me (this doesn’t really
reflect my current waking life situation).
One or two of the people I have employed are almost competent but on the whole the work is shoddy,
rushed and seems to be done without any prior knowledge of the tasks at hand. I walk around the
house anxious and annoyed as I see lots of bad work such as a huge mound under the parquet, its
really quiet ridiculous chest high and almost a mini mountain. I complain to the workers saying that it
really won’t do and will have to be done again.
The workers strip the floor back revealing a hole with a view down into what looks like a dim ancient
wine cellar.
I go over to see how the plastering is coming along and am aggravated to see that this isn’t going very
well either. The plasterers seem to have taken it upon themselves to add their own little flourishes and
have plastered in some kind of weird concertina like skirt into the middle of the wall. I haven’t a clue
what the honeycombed folded white material is meant to be but I suspect that it is some kind of
traditional touch that the men would do when working back in their own country (the men feel as if they
come from a European country with Latin roots).
I feel puzzled and confused by the work when all I wanted was a simple uncomplicated job doing. The
large property has a vaguely Mexican feel about it or possibly Spanish.
A new guy is called in to help with the work who I’m very surprised to see is the same guy from this
dream ‘Riding out the storm.’ - 08/01/07 (very odd as I’ve never dreamt of him before and now I
dream of him twice in close succession?). As soon as the guy turns up everyone including my wife
starts complaining that he isn’t qualified and isn’t up to the task, I tell them all to hang on a minute and
give him a chance as he is an artist.
The young man takes a seat at an outdoor table something like which is used for picnics and places
down a wad of paper and takes out some pencils. He then proceeds to make a sketch, I start to
become intrigued and head over to where he is to see what he is drawing.
I lean over his shoulder and see that he making a really good sketch of a man, the figure is made up
entirely from tessellated triangles sort of like a wire frame polygon figure. It’s an excellent sketch I feel
and so vivid and alive too, it seems to come to life on the paper growing, filling out and develop itself
unaided as I stand and watch. Eventually the figure becomes three dimensional in appearance and very
stocky and solid looking, it’s a fascinating sight and most engrossing, this guy is actually quite
competent in his own field compared to the other men.
Date of dream: Thursday, June 21, 2007
Level of Lucidity:
Level of Cohesiveness:
This dream has been viewed 3972 times.
I find myself in a vaguely familiar house possibly a dream one of my younger sister, my sister is with
me in the dream and we appear to be working together as a kind of team of artists who create pictures
and drawing for people on demand (this idea of teaming up with my sister cropped up in another dream
a while back but I can’t find it for the moment, this one seemed to be a bit of a progression of that one
in certain ways).
I seem to be taking care of most of the artwork as my sister helps out with the organisation. We
currently have a commission whereby a client has ordered a picture to be created of a reclining nude
female. I have started the drawing and almost finished it but am too busy to finish it off so hand the
task of completing the drawing over to my sister.
It is pretty much up to us how we render the picture but the client emphasised one important detail that
must be incorporated into the image, the woman’s body must be drawn in true perspective using
correct foreshortening. I have made sure of this by positioning the woman in my picture with the model
laying on her back with her head closest to the viewer with the remaining length of her body projecting
off to an invisible vanishing point.
As I take care of whatever task it is I am doing every now and then I go back to see how my sister is
getting along making sure that the drawing is okay. I peer over her shoulder and see that she is paying
incredible attention to detail to the nudes toes, this strikes me as being very symbolic and significant
and carries some deep meaning. After a while my sister completes the drawing by adding some colour
with some dry pastels.
Something catches my eye over to my left out on a balcony, it’s our cat playing with my youngest
sisters little dog. Incredibly they are having real fun together and skip and twirl about one another, it’s
such a loving scene and fills me with joy and happiness.
Suddenly a muted digital alarm begins to ring out something like a telephone ringing (this wasn’t linked
in any way to a real life alarm clock). I realise that it is the new (dream) fax machine that my younger
sister has bought, the beeping is drawing our attention to the fact that we have received a faxed paper
or document.
I head off to find the fax machine and to see what it is that we have received, I find the fax machine in
my sisters bedroom actually on the bed which has the quilt pulled to one side (as if it had been under
the covers?). I go over to retrieve the document and see what it is.
Looking at the document I can see that my sister has ordered some of those smiley faces from a
Website (the kind of little smiley faces one might use to brighten up an e-mail or internet conversation).
I scan down looking at the selection of funny little caricatured images.
