last night i had a dream that i was in an contemporary art gallery (much like the Tate Modern), with its inclined slate floors and white walls and i was with different sets of friends from my life. organised like a school trip or something, we wandered through the rooms, where all the art was performance.
except even though i was surrounded with friends i was alone. i’ve never had such a strong feeling like that in a dream. it was really unsettling. yet a complete accurate description of things at the moment.
this has been a really bizarre dream week for me.
well, at least its the weekend. and that means coffeehouse, lake, painting, etc.
so there’s that.