I dreamt that I was with my dad. He is getting acupuncture but some of it is in the brain. As in the actual needle is inside his head. He can transfer the feeling if he touches my head, which I don't want. I ask him if it is helping ... he is not sure.
He says he wants to see this preview of a movie.. it is one I am working on, but haven't told him. He says that the preview of the preview is today. We go to look and there is a poster of an elephant. No preview until tonight. That is when my showing is. I wore a black dress at the previous one... This time I have a red one that I'm not sure. I'm carrying it in in a bag. We walk back home. I see in my mind a stage.. Sara Jessica Parker... a scene in a movie, a wave of water moves her and she lands on some cement steps outside. I replay it in my head and wonder if that hurt and how they did the scene so she wouldn't fall and hurt herself on the stairs. I also have pictures of me in tights.. but it is actually Zoe Dechanel. They are tights that are lacy that I might wear for the premier. I'm not sure they are right. They have two diamond type things sticking out the sides at the thigh. As we keep walking my dad sees that we can see the preview tonight. The tights are on me now but they are red. I'm wondering what he will think... me in these dresses, tights, premiers... feeling a little nervous a the idea. We are home. I live in the basement part of the house, trying to try on the dress without him seeing. Other women live down there... older women. The lighting is not good and I say so. They agree and want to fix it, but I' realize it is energy spent on the wrong area. Why not just move instead of focus on his place that can't be fixed.
At the same time another story is going on. I'm to redraw/paint these drawings in a book. Very intricate life like drawings. They too will be made into a movie. There is the elephant, an intricate rug, a Buddha. One page is almost comic like in that there are squares of scenes and captions, each page leading off artistically with a cloud or a cliff, instead of an outlined black box. I try and tell the man they are too detailed.. it will take me a long time if he wants this, not just a week. He doesn't quite understand.
My brother is there? tracing paper? Someone put my pages back bent.
He says he wants to see this preview of a movie.. it is one I am working on, but haven't told him. He says that the preview of the preview is today. We go to look and there is a poster of an elephant. No preview until tonight. That is when my showing is. I wore a black dress at the previous one... This time I have a red one that I'm not sure. I'm carrying it in in a bag. We walk back home. I see in my mind a stage.. Sara Jessica Parker... a scene in a movie, a wave of water moves her and she lands on some cement steps outside. I replay it in my head and wonder if that hurt and how they did the scene so she wouldn't fall and hurt herself on the stairs. I also have pictures of me in tights.. but it is actually Zoe Dechanel. They are tights that are lacy that I might wear for the premier. I'm not sure they are right. They have two diamond type things sticking out the sides at the thigh. As we keep walking my dad sees that we can see the preview tonight. The tights are on me now but they are red. I'm wondering what he will think... me in these dresses, tights, premiers... feeling a little nervous a the idea. We are home. I live in the basement part of the house, trying to try on the dress without him seeing. Other women live down there... older women. The lighting is not good and I say so. They agree and want to fix it, but I' realize it is energy spent on the wrong area. Why not just move instead of focus on his place that can't be fixed.
At the same time another story is going on. I'm to redraw/paint these drawings in a book. Very intricate life like drawings. They too will be made into a movie. There is the elephant, an intricate rug, a Buddha. One page is almost comic like in that there are squares of scenes and captions, each page leading off artistically with a cloud or a cliff, instead of an outlined black box. I try and tell the man they are too detailed.. it will take me a long time if he wants this, not just a week. He doesn't quite understand.
My brother is there? tracing paper? Someone put my pages back bent.
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