Vivid Dreams

I was in my boss 's office. It had a lot of different rooms, and wasn't really like her office at all. There were some people in one of the rooms acting suspiciously, doing something with a flat screen TV, so I decided to leave. When I went to grab the door knob, It was covered with a loaf of white bread, as if someone cut a door-knob-sized hole through a loaf and fitted it over the knob. I could feel a key inside the soft white sandwich-style loaf. I took the key and put it in my pocket.

When I left the room, I came out into what looked like a mall. In the mall was a large display of fiber art, mostly colorful fabric on a clothes line. I was looking at it, and a woman with a British accent came up next to me and started touching the cloth. All of the color came off on her hands. She said, 'Look, it's lipstick."

I then went to a room that had all of the people I work with in it. They were dismantling a large chocolate Victorian dollhouse. It was supposed to have been for a co-worker's partner, for his 60th Birthday. (I don't think the guy is anywhere near 60.) I started to help, and ate a piece, then discovered that it was to be reassembled later.

This is a small part of the dreams I had just last night. This kind of profuse and vivid dreaming has been going on for a few days, and I'm not sleeping well because of it. I had decided to limit the scope of this blog to my art experiences and keep the general life-whining to a minimum. We all have a lot of the same maliase going on, I think, why dwell on it? But today, I am sorely tempted.