Date of dream: Thursday, June 21, 2007
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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.
Date of dream: Saturday, November 04, 2006
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It is early morning and I find myself sat working at my desk at work, some colleagues are in the office
but my boss hasn’t arrived yet.
A tall elegant woman enters the office from my left, by her clothes and appearance she looks as if she
has stepped out of the 1920’s although my current setting is contemporary, she explains that she has
come from a sister office which is linked to ours but is located abroad somewhere.
She hands me a set of 4 or 5 stapled pages which appear to be instructions of some kind, the woman
explains that she would like me to carry out the task of preparing some documents and then faxing
them to the various fax numbers and people mentioned in the set of papers she handed me.
I leaf through the papers briefly and I quickly realise that there must be at least 10 to 15,000
documents to prepare for people here, she seems to have a deadline too perhaps the end of the week,
I start to feel very panicky and sick in the pit of my stomach.
As she turns to leave she hands me an envelope she says that she didn’t have enough to pay for the
postage entirely and would I mind paying for another stamp to complete its delivery charge and then
post it for her. “The cheek of the woman!” I think to myself, the stamp isn’t expensive so I decide to
pay for it and post it for her anyway.
Just after she has left my boss comes in I try to explain the situation with all of the faxes I have to send
on top of all my daily work, he doesn’t seem interested and rather blasé, I grab him by the scruff of his
collar and angrily shake him explaining my predicament, he is shocked and surprised, after I calm
myself I apologise to him for my outburst.
Later in the day I find myself on a playing field playing a game of Rugby, during the match I manage to
score a try, I hear the voice of a man commenting on the match and about the way I play he doesn’t
seem to have a clue what he is talking about and has no idea about the rules of the game, his waffling
voice and ignorance gets me really frustrated and I turn around and sarcastically explain the rules of
the game to him.
After this I walk away from the pitch forcing everyone to stop for a moment, I head over to a cash
point machine in order to take some money out to buy a soft drink, I get to the machine and find that it
is out of order, the screen simply displays the figures “0.45”.
I turn around to see an old school friend stood behind me (he is playing Rugby with me too) he puts his
hand in his pocket and pulls out a fist full of coins and one paper note.
The note is intriguing it is a £50 note and quite colourful, I clearly see a mans face on the note and say
to my friend almost convinced that “It’s the Duke of Wellington isn’t it?” he smiles and says no it’s “Paul
Sarringuey” I look at him perplexed and then find myself back on the playing field.
The game is approaching the end and my friend wallops a huge drop kick from deep in our own half he
scores making our team the winners. The win feels hollow to me as a drop kick seems like an easy way
to score rather than working hard with skill and effort for a try.
Additional Comments:
I recall the feeling when being given the huge list of work by the woman as being really sickening and
one of sheer panic, it was clear I would never be able to do all of the work.
I remember that the Duke of Wellington used to appear on the old £5 note but not on the fifty? The
name Paul Sarringuey doesn’t mean anything to me, it sounds a little French and I may have
misunderstood the spelling of the surname.
