15 May 2014

Dream Archive: Art at the Olympics

I was here, at the house, and an air strip was in our front meadow. A plane kept buzzing the house, dropping short volleys of rocks on it--mostly golf ball size or smaller. I remember getting everyone inside, and being grumpy about the rocks hurting someone, or my house.

Eventually, the plane landed, and there were a couple more people there. One was our neighbor, and someone who was supposed to be his wife. They introduced me to a man with them, who I think had been flying the plane. The grumpiness turned into neighborly friendliness, and relations were repaired.

Then, I was lost. The the Olympics were being held in a huge school on the outskirts of Sandpoint (which looked like the hill going down into Springville), and I was walking into town with the guy I'd just been introduced to. He had spent time in & truly loved the town I had gone to high school in. We walked & chatted, and the beginnings of a friendship sprouted. Talking with him was fun; he liked to joke and laugh. Interacting with him felt like talking with Steve from way back at BYU the summer before I met Vern. Carefree, confident, easygoing.

For some reason, we took a detour through the school--I think to just check out what we could see of the Olympics quickly. We couldn't get to where any of the events were, and I couldn't find a way out of the building. I kept following the guy I'd come into the school with, but he kept drawing further and further ahead of me little by little, and disappeared around a corner in a stairwell. When I got to the corner, it looked like he got out through someplace that I couldn't manage. (I think it had a bigger drop than I could jump, or something like that.) After that, I was left to wander on my own. I would follow exit signs, only to find myself at a dead end, or trying to make my way through up or down stairwells that got smaller and smaller before feeding into a ball field or gymnasium. (The stairwells felt like they went both up and down at the same time. So odd.) At one point I found myself walking with Janell from It Works towards some kind of synchronized dancing event she was going to compete in. (I don't think she dances in real life--not sure why she was in my dream. lol) She's so super nice, and it was a relief to not be alone, but with someone I knew & was certain of their regard for me. Being abandoned by the charmer had shaken me, because that's just not something you do to anyone, let alone someone to which you had offered friendship.

As we stood behind some bleachers, waiting for Janell's event to start, a feisty little Philippina security guard came up to me, seized my elbow hard, and escorted me away. She said she was taking me out of the complex, and while I was really embarrassed at being hauled off like a miscreant (she laughed derisively when I said I was lost) her whole demeanor was that of a superior to a slave or criminal. I was so glad that I could finally get out of that place that I went along with her without fighting, suffering the embarrassment.

The guard took me to a hallway with exit signs and told me to follow them. I did, and wound up in another gym, this time with a basketball court. The lights were on, but it was strange-looking because the maple floor was stained a deep brown, with really high walls of the same dark wood. It felt like a very old room, like something out of Hogwarts.

There were some high school girls in dark royal blue jerseys & shorts coming in through doors on the long wall of the gym to my right to practice basketball, and so I finished walking diagonally across the gymnasium from the door I entered through to the only other door which had a glowing green EXIT sign above it.

Once through those doors, I was in a long, high, proportionately narrow classroom, walls of the same dark-stained wood with a hard, smooth floor of some kind. It was an art room, and there were drawings of all kinds on the walls, including murals directly on the wall itself. I looked at a lot of them, but when I turned and saw a man sitting at a table and drawing by the light of a simple desk lamp, I went to talk with him to try to find out how to get out of the school. Most of the room had low light--more like candlelight in color. The desk lamp was pure white light, and illuminated the desk and white paper he was drawing on perfectly.

I trusted him instinctively; I knew he was a teacher. He had such an air of peace and comfort about him, in noticeable contrast to the sparkling charm of the first guy, which charm had proven empty after he had led me into the school and stranded me there. The teacher's hair was dark, dark brown in the ambient light. The first man's hair had been blonde. (He kind of looked like the lucifer actor in the second new temple movie.) I sat and talked with the teacher for a little bit, asking how to get free of the building, but became distracted by his drawing. He had only a pencil, either graphite or dark brown in color, and was drawing something I couldn't decipher. A moment later, I realized what he had drawn, and the beauty of it sunk deep into my soul.

Then I had a pencil and paper, and began to draw after a little instruction, both our heads bent over the paper and the pool of light on the desk. I was surprised at how well I did, even though it wasn't anything like the teacher had been able to draw. I laid down lines and watched the drawing take shape. I thought I knew what I was drawing, (since I had imagined it in my own mind and not said a word about it), but when I thought I was about done, he began drawing, too, and suddenly my drawing was transformed into something incredibly beautiful and meaningful to me. I don't remember what any of the drawings were . . . just that the transformation from something really pretty amazing for my skill level into something outright amazing happened with surprisingly few lines.

And then I woke up.

Dreamed in the early morning of 17 April 2014.