tuesday - as much the same
wednesday - lots of dreams - fragments again - by the time I got to my computer, I forgot most of my dreams. I am making sure my dream book AND a pen is sitting on my bedside table. But here is what I can remember...
Corey showed me a picture of Donavan. He had a huge white beard, and thick white hair. I was sitting in a class room, with several other students. The class room was a variation of my home studio. I was watching a boy work, he was distracting me with his looks and manner. I turned my chair to face the opposite way. When I moved my chair, I had access to three computers. I was happy. I was making an image. There were layers. One layer had white masks, several on a page, similar to he layout of a year book page. Another layer had wigs, placed so that they matched up with the masks. Another layer had eyes, another had mouths.
Then I woke up to my alarm... Corey told me I spoke in my sleep. I said "I love this room"
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