I dreamt that I was in a foreign country. Well, it felt like the excitement of NYC, but it was more like southern Italy. I was walking through the city, on the street with buildings on one side and a park on the other. I was on my way to a class. It felt nice and new but also an uncomfortable that can come with unknown anticipation. I had this feeling before, so I knew it was the beginning of something good even if it was scary. The class I was going to take was glass blowing. I hadn't realized I had signed up for it or even had been interested. I thought kind of neat though... I'll learn something I don't know and get to be creative.
Someone was showing me one of the first projects we would be working on. It was a miniature scene, like a village or group of people, that was attached to cloth. I thought this was neat, but at the same time I wondered why the cloth wouldn't burn if you were torching a piece of glass to it? I was still looking forward to making it.
It seems the class was over and people were leaving. I was with my coworker DA. We were walking back to an apartment or maybe to get something to eat. We had to walk up some stairs. I had remembered them (dream only) as being European steps. Only half of the step was there, so either the front of your foot or the back of your foot would never rest on the step. It felt not very safe because you always had to be aware of where you were placing your feet.
We were on the top of the stairs and now descending. There was a couple there walking to the park. They had quadruplets in a stroller. The mother was able to rearrange the stroller so it could have them 2x2 or 1x4 to be less in the way. They were sweet. DA seemed irritated and it was affecting my mood. She was walking with a long leash that made me have to step around behind her. I asked her if she could pick it up? or even if I could roll it up and put it in my bag. She was thinking .. oh don't bother, but it was a bother.
Then we were in an apartment. I think we needed to meet someone there ?? not sure. It was filthy. The child there was filthy, the walls were filthy. It felt awful, but I didn't want them to feel like I was judging them, I just wanted out as soon as possible.
Someone was showing me one of the first projects we would be working on. It was a miniature scene, like a village or group of people, that was attached to cloth. I thought this was neat, but at the same time I wondered why the cloth wouldn't burn if you were torching a piece of glass to it? I was still looking forward to making it.
It seems the class was over and people were leaving. I was with my coworker DA. We were walking back to an apartment or maybe to get something to eat. We had to walk up some stairs. I had remembered them (dream only) as being European steps. Only half of the step was there, so either the front of your foot or the back of your foot would never rest on the step. It felt not very safe because you always had to be aware of where you were placing your feet.
We were on the top of the stairs and now descending. There was a couple there walking to the park. They had quadruplets in a stroller. The mother was able to rearrange the stroller so it could have them 2x2 or 1x4 to be less in the way. They were sweet. DA seemed irritated and it was affecting my mood. She was walking with a long leash that made me have to step around behind her. I asked her if she could pick it up? or even if I could roll it up and put it in my bag. She was thinking .. oh don't bother, but it was a bother.
Then we were in an apartment. I think we needed to meet someone there ?? not sure. It was filthy. The child there was filthy, the walls were filthy. It felt awful, but I didn't want them to feel like I was judging them, I just wanted out as soon as possible.
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