I had a dream
Oct. 17th, 2004 10:05 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
miko2Not the kind of dream Matin Luthor King had. I mean a real dream that I just woke up from. It was very long and very weird.
The first part of the dream involved going to a church that I'd never been to before. I remember thinking about big "high church" type churches that I'd been to before that had all sorts of rooms and antechambers and hidden pathways and balconies and whatever, but this was a very simple church. Large, but not a lot of hidden rooms or anything.
Then I was involved in a big Sunday production, and my parents were in the crowd. It was a church production of The Wizard of Oz. Somehow the entire story of the Wizard of Oz was supposed too relate the message of the gospel in a way that completely escaped me but made sense to everyone else. It was a massive, elaborate production, and one of the subtexts of the dream was how this was all an example of how churches had gotten away from simple music that was real and beautiful and moving and which sounded much more professional than what we were doing. There were some places where characters were supposed to explode (they blew up dummies), and some weird song and dance numbers (I remember being in one, costumed people dancing around on the stage), and at the end fireworks and confetti. Basically a very big and expensive but amatuer production of the Wizard of Oz, although none of the parts I rememeber seem to have any direct relation to the movie or the book, apart from characters like the Tin Woodsman and the Scarecrow being involved somehow.
Another sub-plot involved a guy who had been dating this girl for years, and his parents were finally pushing him to actually ask her to marry him, and he had to talk to the Pastor of the church first to get his approval (don't ask me why). Some people figured out that he was going to ask the Pastor about something serious and decided he was going to dump his girlfriend, so there was some tension about whether she would hear that rumour before he asked her. Oh, and he didn't have a ring. That was another big crisis.
All this while the Oz-As-Gospel production was going on.
I remember a lot of other details very clearly. I left with my parents, and we took the secret back room tunnel exit (the church at the end of the dream had become a lot more complex than it was at the begining). I remember two guys and a girl, still in their costumes, lying in a bed in the back room together. The girl was new (don't ask me how she got in the production -- I'd never been to this church, but somehow I was involved). One of the boys said they'd just met and were getting married. I think he indicated she was marrying both of them.
So anyway, a week later I'm at home, and I get a phone call. Some Mexican guy has heard that I'm a budding artist, and wants to commission something from me. He heard about this at the church where the Oz musical was performed. I tell him that I'm not an artist, but my friend Sky is. That must be who he heard about. (Although in the dream it was very clear that Sky had never been to the church production, so I don't know how this guy had heard of him). Anyway I agree to take down the information and pass it on to Sky to see if he wants to do it. My only worry is that the guy has some elaborate Christian vision thing in mind, and Sky isn't really the artist to do it.
At this point I pull out an extremely elaborate form for art commissions, which includes detailed descriptions of what kind of art you want, what pose, etc., and has examples on it. Apparently something Sky has provided me. But the Mexican guy says that he can't describe what he wants, but it's all down in a sketch he did, or something to that effect. When I try to get his phone number, there's a problem. He keeps giving me two few numbers, or says them in rapid Spanish that I can't understand. I mean, he speaks English very well but apparently saying numbers in English is beyond him. His wife gets involved, and I keep repeating back what they've said, but I still cant' get a phone number.
Eventually, they're right there beside me in my apartment and I can just show them what I've written down and ask them if that's it. But there's some more misunderstandings, I think they try to hand-sign the numbers to me or something weird.
But then we progress to me showing off all of my artwork. I have many large pictures done by Sky. They're not actually framed, and some of them are just leaning against the wall, but I have several in the livingroom and hallway and three in the bathroom. The smallest is at least three feet by four feet.
I also have some Anthony Waters pictures, which are even cooler than Sky's. Two of them are animated. When you stare at them, they go through a five-second animation and start over, like an animated GIF does. Very hypnotic, and I really don't know how Anthony painted that, but it was cool. :D
That was about it. At one point the Mexican guy saw all this makeup and mascara in Tom's bathroom, left over from some woman who'd lived here once (I don't know who, and in the dream he was looking into the bathroom from the edge of the livingroom, and you can't even see a bathroom counter from that angle in real life, but that's how it worked in the dream). Anyway he made some bad joke about "our mascara", and I explained where it came from, and then wondered if they believed my explanation. And I tried to show them Anthony's artwork, and tried to explain that he was an actual professional artist, and that Sky really wasn't, but I don't think I convinced them to commission Anthony instead of Sky.
And at some point a little earlier in the dream, there had been a "evil picture" that was also animated and tried to capture your attention in some evil way, like it was going to steal your soul or something, but I resisted it. It had been painted by some annonymous friend of Anthony's. And it looked like a series of small animated portraits lined up in rows. In fact it looked a bit like the character creation tool that Mike showed me for Everquest II.
The first part of the dream involved going to a church that I'd never been to before. I remember thinking about big "high church" type churches that I'd been to before that had all sorts of rooms and antechambers and hidden pathways and balconies and whatever, but this was a very simple church. Large, but not a lot of hidden rooms or anything.
Then I was involved in a big Sunday production, and my parents were in the crowd. It was a church production of The Wizard of Oz. Somehow the entire story of the Wizard of Oz was supposed too relate the message of the gospel in a way that completely escaped me but made sense to everyone else. It was a massive, elaborate production, and one of the subtexts of the dream was how this was all an example of how churches had gotten away from simple music that was real and beautiful and moving and which sounded much more professional than what we were doing. There were some places where characters were supposed to explode (they blew up dummies), and some weird song and dance numbers (I remember being in one, costumed people dancing around on the stage), and at the end fireworks and confetti. Basically a very big and expensive but amatuer production of the Wizard of Oz, although none of the parts I rememeber seem to have any direct relation to the movie or the book, apart from characters like the Tin Woodsman and the Scarecrow being involved somehow.
Another sub-plot involved a guy who had been dating this girl for years, and his parents were finally pushing him to actually ask her to marry him, and he had to talk to the Pastor of the church first to get his approval (don't ask me why). Some people figured out that he was going to ask the Pastor about something serious and decided he was going to dump his girlfriend, so there was some tension about whether she would hear that rumour before he asked her. Oh, and he didn't have a ring. That was another big crisis.
All this while the Oz-As-Gospel production was going on.
I remember a lot of other details very clearly. I left with my parents, and we took the secret back room tunnel exit (the church at the end of the dream had become a lot more complex than it was at the begining). I remember two guys and a girl, still in their costumes, lying in a bed in the back room together. The girl was new (don't ask me how she got in the production -- I'd never been to this church, but somehow I was involved). One of the boys said they'd just met and were getting married. I think he indicated she was marrying both of them.
So anyway, a week later I'm at home, and I get a phone call. Some Mexican guy has heard that I'm a budding artist, and wants to commission something from me. He heard about this at the church where the Oz musical was performed. I tell him that I'm not an artist, but my friend Sky is. That must be who he heard about. (Although in the dream it was very clear that Sky had never been to the church production, so I don't know how this guy had heard of him). Anyway I agree to take down the information and pass it on to Sky to see if he wants to do it. My only worry is that the guy has some elaborate Christian vision thing in mind, and Sky isn't really the artist to do it.
At this point I pull out an extremely elaborate form for art commissions, which includes detailed descriptions of what kind of art you want, what pose, etc., and has examples on it. Apparently something Sky has provided me. But the Mexican guy says that he can't describe what he wants, but it's all down in a sketch he did, or something to that effect. When I try to get his phone number, there's a problem. He keeps giving me two few numbers, or says them in rapid Spanish that I can't understand. I mean, he speaks English very well but apparently saying numbers in English is beyond him. His wife gets involved, and I keep repeating back what they've said, but I still cant' get a phone number.
Eventually, they're right there beside me in my apartment and I can just show them what I've written down and ask them if that's it. But there's some more misunderstandings, I think they try to hand-sign the numbers to me or something weird.
But then we progress to me showing off all of my artwork. I have many large pictures done by Sky. They're not actually framed, and some of them are just leaning against the wall, but I have several in the livingroom and hallway and three in the bathroom. The smallest is at least three feet by four feet.
I also have some Anthony Waters pictures, which are even cooler than Sky's. Two of them are animated. When you stare at them, they go through a five-second animation and start over, like an animated GIF does. Very hypnotic, and I really don't know how Anthony painted that, but it was cool. :D
That was about it. At one point the Mexican guy saw all this makeup and mascara in Tom's bathroom, left over from some woman who'd lived here once (I don't know who, and in the dream he was looking into the bathroom from the edge of the livingroom, and you can't even see a bathroom counter from that angle in real life, but that's how it worked in the dream). Anyway he made some bad joke about "our mascara", and I explained where it came from, and then wondered if they believed my explanation. And I tried to show them Anthony's artwork, and tried to explain that he was an actual professional artist, and that Sky really wasn't, but I don't think I convinced them to commission Anthony instead of Sky.
And at some point a little earlier in the dream, there had been a "evil picture" that was also animated and tried to capture your attention in some evil way, like it was going to steal your soul or something, but I resisted it. It had been painted by some annonymous friend of Anthony's. And it looked like a series of small animated portraits lined up in rows. In fact it looked a bit like the character creation tool that Mike showed me for Everquest II.
