Artist and a Student

I dreamed about being an artist and a student in many ways. This has to be the most important things in my life. My life has lacked any real meaning for a while now, and I awake with some connection to my life again.

There were many dreams in relation to these two motifs. The latest was I was in a school similar to Sacred Heart, it was a private school/'art school. The outside looked like Delone, but as it was an art school, it was more like Tisch, so essentially, it was a combination of all the schools I attended, but it was for exceptional students. As I was waking up, I felt I was a student named Adam Jones who had been reincarnated to go to Sacred Heart.

Also, was wildly popular. I acted much older, but carefree. I came into homeroom mostly when I wanted, not because I was disobedient, but because I was creating. My major was Acting. My teacher's loved me, the priciple loved me. The main administrator, pretended to love me to find favor with the rest, but he behind the scenes, threatened the teachers and students who loved me the most and gave me the most room for expression. One of the last things that happened, was the prinicple/disciplinarian gave me my first written warning for using bad language the previous day in a portly gentlemen's class who was a little unorthodox in his teaching (a la History Boys teacher perhaps). I appologized and said I had inadvertantly used the words when describing the taste of a particulary delicious crab. She smiled and asked if I would bring my disciplinary record from my former school, I was a little confused by the word she used to describe it, so I had to ask twice and she was a little annoyed that I didn't know what she was saying. I think that was the first time I had felt inadaquate in this place...

Earlier in this dream, I was working on the seats in my car, spreading white bed sheets over the two front seats. My classmate said it looked like crap basically, but I explained that's the way it was done in East London, Low and Behold, a man drove up and asked why I was making the interior of my car look like a Londoner! I said Aha! basically, and continued to figure out how to make the fabric look perfect. Then i started back to the sch0ol (the outside of Delone) and the administrator guy almost ran into twice as a joke.

There were certain girls who were into me there. Everyone, including myself, looked like about 16. I may have looked a little older. Also, there was a character that looked a little like Jim Weaver, Jr. but who didn't act like him.

To get into the school, there was an intense competition. It may have more been like an American Idol competition, but it ended up with me going to the school. There was acting, singing, performace art/writing, and several other things I can't remember. I tried really hard on my singing, and that wasn't the best. My acting, I was the last to go, and I didn't have anything really, so at the last minute I did Tom from Glass Managerie. As I remember, it was word for word with the first two paragraphs of the play. But my balance was all off, I did it weird. But they seemed to like it. I can remember then as I do in real life that its a bad idea to change paths at the last minute. I think it was for the portly teacher.

Before that, in the performance art portion, I wrote this funny little play and had it performed somehow. It was set in Neverland, and there was a competition thing between a rabbit and this attractive boy to see who would get the girl. There were three or four things, like making out, giving gifts, saying sweet things, maybe going on a date, I can't remember. And the attractive boy did everything he could, and he was rather good at it, but the rabbit was so much better, and he was frustrated! The rabbit had been a long time boyfriend of the girl, but had been turned into a rabbit, by himself, even in the make out session, the rabbit turned her on more, because he was excited in his rabbit foot, and pressed up against her she like that. Then, when they climbed into the limo to cart them away to there reward date, he turned back into her boyfriend. I think they were a little taken aback by this, this is a kind of old English prep school, it had uniforms and accents, they let it go, because it was art, and what can they say in an imaginary reality anyway.

There was a part that seagued (sp?) into the current dream. I was making a movie with some rather important people. Jennifer Anniston was in it, and some other female stars. It was an empowering chick flick in that the women gained powers of strength and agility like men superheroes, and kicked but, a la Charlie's Angels. We were at some kind of a press conference, and I went to the bar to wait for the major stars to finish, and it was a bar we could play pool in that they let us in early in the day as a favor to the cast and crew. I sat and talked to some pretty heady women who thought they were stardust. I brought them down to earth a little bit without bursting any of there bubbles. I don't know how I did that. We had crabs to eat, I think that is how we got to the thing later in the school.

Another crab reference was some of the competitors in the Amercian Idol thing were pretty interesting. There were these two red neck people, very sloppy, kind of Texas Chainsaw Massacre, one big and and the other skinny, in overalls. They were trying to win, and there performance art piece was silly, they busted through there bedroom window, and started singing and dancing a song about eating the chicken on a plate on the floor. It was like a big turkey leg. And then, the small one yelled at the big one about sweeping up the mess, that there was still crab remains from yesterday's meal stuck to the carpet.

As of now that's all I remember. But I think, if i don't think about it, the future, the rest of humanities survival, the thing I would like to do the most, where I would find the most pleasure in life and love, would be university school and art. I hope I can hold htis in my life. I am not practical, and I don't care if I go 300,000 dollars in debt.

Love,

Adam