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becky and i were in a huge old building that was all made of wood. it seemed at first likea hotel but we found out that there were people living there, as if each room was its own apartment. we found a map and got really excited to find that it was color coded to show who lived in each room. we saw that the whole of one floor was coded red and showed that the same woman lived in about 50 rooms. we went up to investigate and through the first door we opened, we came across a huge open area that was outside and filled with big troughs of dirt. as far as the eye could see were troughs that looked as if something should be growing in them but all that was there were tiny grey shrubs. im wondering as i type this whether this was the way i feeling about my own productivity at the time. i remember being really excited throughout the discovery however :) kate
Jules' Civic Dreams Well, I can't really remember the story of what had happened in my dream last night, but while talking to Paul today, I remembered that in my dream, the rock shop's tile was all up and we were down to the wood floor eveywhere. Yup, all I can remember is that the floor was looking pretty good. I did have a civic dream last week, but neglected to post it. It was the end of the semester and we were in the rock shop for the last day, but the rock shop was also my middle school gym. Paul was'nt teaching either.. my creepy middleschool PE teacher was. We were all over the place in there just hanging out and not doing much of everything. I think that this dream had to do with the fears of not knowing how we would be graded because next, he was handing out sheets of paper with our grades on them but letting everyone see who got what. My grade was average, but he made it a point to show all of the A students my grade.
Becky and I were in a thrift store with a really nice, orange, shiny wood floor (hence the dilemma with the wood floor in the Rock Shop.) We were looking at a clothing rack and all the clothes looked as though they would fit a small child. Just as we were filing through the rack Paul yells, "hey look guys." He had on a hat and a face mask that were the same green knit pattern and was laughing hysterically about his "find." (As he already owned the hat and found the face mask.) Some how the scenery changed and Paul's bulldog was present. The bulldog rolled over to reveal eight fleas on his belly, Becky and I picked them off.
The following 3 dreams are from the Bridge Street Project: Suzanne's civic dream So I am late for my Civic Studio class downtown, and it is the day that our model projects are due. I was attempting to secure the thing atop my escort wagon, because for some odd reason, I had determined that tying it to the rack of my car would be safer than stashing it on my front passenger seat. The dream cuts to me arriving downtown in front of Civic Studio. Although I am late,I am not the last to arrive. We are still waiting for chris and my brother Greg (although my brother is not in the class) who apparently was going to play a bugle in the parade we were going to march as a class along Bridge Street. We decide not to wait any longer and to start putting our sections of the model together to make one large map. All the houses and buildings look like those from a model train set. I remember that one of the houses was even still in the box, unassembled and mounted to the board. We hoist this huge platform with all the houses on it above our heads (we are holding up the platform in two 5-person lines). An image of Paul in his red and black plaid vest flashes through my dream, and suddenly Chris and Greg appear. As we march down Bridge Street carrying this huge homage to the town, my brother starts playing some Loui Armstrong on a bugle contraption. I know that he is playing Armstrong only because the dream told me that he was, not because I actually heard him playing in the dream. The street was packed with townspeople, I specifically remember seeing Sheryl from next door. She was picking up candy from the side of the street and throwing it in our general direction...with the flash of her face, the dream ended. Kirsten's Dream 1: I was at the Civic Studio with Margaret, Jason, and John when it occurred to me that I lived in an apartment below the space. I felt sure of it, but was unclear on why I had never made this connection before. We could hear the sound of faint music emanating from downstairs. Jason knelt down and put his ear to the floor to listen to it. I walked off toward the back of the space, which opened out onto what looked like a large banquet hall. The Art & Design department was having a faculty meeting there, which went horribly awry. Kirsten's Dream 2: Cedar and I had flown into an airport in rural Northern California on a very small plane. When we got off, we could see that our bags were missing. I became very upset thinking that we would have no place to go and that we would have to spend days living at the airport. We went inside and sat down, but then Cedar wandered off. I noticed several large posters that were made up of line drawings reminiscent of Suzanne and MargaretÃ-s Welcome Happy Sausage piece. One was of the Empire State Building, which I thought Cedar would like. Then Chris came and sat down next to me, and he started telling me that Paul had taken the Civic Studio class on a ten-day trip to Bangkok. I said, ìThatÃ-s great. You guys are so lucky to have Paul for a teacher.
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