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Dream Architectures

Archie woke me by knocking quietly on my door today. I woke with a start, because I had just been dreaming about him. It was a strange, angry dream.

He and another friend were hanging out with really sleazy manipulative creeps who were encouraging them to smoke crack and take pills in order to make art. I was arguing with Archie, trying to convince him that these people were misleading him and he argued that they were unleashing his creative potential. He took me to a car, it was a huge old cadillac. We got in the back seat, he showed me piles and piles of drawings he'd done while high. They were actually really quite good, lots of very intricate silhouettes and strong abstract imagery. I was still angry with him, and argued that he was taking the wrong approach towards art. He was very agitated and took off, leaving me with his artwork. The car had turned in to a very rectangular motel room with greenish teal walls and shag carpets. I sat on one of the beds surrounded by these drawings and started tearing them up, writing all over them. Writing words like communicate, belief, marring the images with scribbles and lines. I felt that I was doing this to prove a point. He came back and found what I'd done but he wasn't angry at all! He thought I had made beautiful collaborative artwork, which actually angered me even more, and I suddenly felt guilty for destroying his work.

I wanted to get away from him, so I started climbing stairs, and I wound up climbing higher and higher, through several stories of large decks with amazing views of San Francisco. I climbed up and up, and eventually out on to the roof, and I admired the amazing view.

The building started to resemble a weird building I see all the time from the 280/101 interchange, Lukas Stained Glass. It's a building that winds up in my dreams a lot. There are certain buildings and structures which appear in my dreams all the time, and if I've dreamed a place once, it has a comfortable familiarity if I dream it a second time.


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Feb. 28th, 2002 02:26 pm (UTC)
I often dream about Coit Tower being thrust violently and repeatedly in a downward motion into the verdant and lush field of Pac Bell Park. I don't know what it means, but I always wake up feeling funny.
Feb. 28th, 2002 02:46 pm (UTC)
nudge, nudge
I think we both know what that means. VERDANT AND LUSH. You clearly have an unhealthy interest in gardening and horticulture.

You can lead a horticulture... HAWHAW HAW
Feb. 28th, 2002 02:32 pm (UTC)
So when Archie came over and woke you up, did he by chance start asking you to look at his photos/art or mention any new interest in smoking crack? Cuz then it'd be REALLY freaky.....
Feb. 28th, 2002 02:44 pm (UTC)
Re: dr33m
No, though he did ask me to look at his photos last night! GAASP!

I actually told him all about the dream and assured him repeatedly that I wasn't actually angry with him even subconsciously. He thought it was strange and kept saying that the crack art "couldn't be further from the truth" and I joked, "Why are you so defensive, Archie? Is there something you're not telling me?"

It's weird waking up from a dream and describing it right away, because it's all fresh and drippy.
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