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It is daytime and I find myself walking around the shop lined streets of a vaguely familiar town, I feel like I have sort of just popped into the dream scene at this point and feel that I am on my way to go somewhere for a meeting or an appointment. I walk casually but hastily not wanting to miss my rendezvous. I am accompanied by an indistinct male person who I feel is most probably my step father.We round a street corner and come into a large open cobbled pedestrianised area sort of like a little town square except this is more circular. I’m very surprised to see a huge group of perhaps 30 or 40 young men and women I feel that the large gathering are probably students in their late teens or early twenties.
I see that all of the people are artists and they have their easels set up with canvases in the big open space of the street near to the shops, they seem to be here trying to sell their art for money.
I take a very quick glance at the canvases as I pass by and see that they are all white and blank save for some pencil guide lines roughly indicating what the finished painting will be. All of the paintings here appear to be landscapes although the land doesn’t seem to be so prevalent it’s the sky or more exactly the clouds that are more the focal point of the pictures.
Two young men come over to me holding traditional palettes and brushes in their hands one guy is small, short and looks a little twitchy and lively whereas the other young man is tall, lean with a mop of straight hair on his head almost covering his eyes he strikes me as being a little clumsy.
The tall one rather timidly tries to sell me a painting but I politely refuse, the tall lad doesn’t persist and turns about and trudges back to his easel with the little chap in tow nagging and insulting him saying “You idiot, you see you couldn’t even make a sell to that guy” I can over hear what he is saying quite clearly even if they did have their backs to me. I gather that the little one was having a go at the tall one for not securing a sale with me and for not trying hard enough to make me buy one of their paintings.
I’m not interested in buying one of their paintings for two reasons, one is partly because I feel I am in a hurry to get somewhere and simply don’t have the time to hang around for them to paint my picture whilst I wait, but secondly because I really don’t like the idea of paying up front for something (which is what they want) when I can’t see what the finished product looks like (I can see the pencil outlines but have no idea of their standard of painting and wouldn’t know what it was like until it was too late and parted with my cash).
As I walk away to carry on to where I’m heading I see a rather crude finished painting of a two- dimensional large splat of an orange goldfish facing to the left set against a plain bright lapis lazuli blue background. The painting looks as if it was done by a child and seems to have a slightly lumpy texture. I’m not very impressed and I think to myself that I’m really glad I never forked out the money for a painting when this is what I could have ended up with!
(In fact although the dream “Me” didn’t like this gold fish picture there was something the waking “Me” kind of liked about it! The vibrant orange and blue being complimentary colors worked very well together I thought).
Before I leave I decide to leave my own mark on the outdoor exposition so I go over to a blank canvas and start to draw some huge billowing clouds with a pencil. I actually start to get quite carried away and draw many grand billowing marshmallow like clouds all bulging into one another, I can imagine that the clouds I’m drawing would be the big fluffy white kind, “There” I think to myself positively “That’s what real clouds should look like”.
(I walked away after doing this but whilst I sketched I imagined what the picture would look like painted but I never actually applied any paint myself I just rendered the outlines in pencil).
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The weather seems to be a recurring theme for me at the moment in one form or another I’ll have to keep an eye out for any more symbolism popping up in future dreams too.