This morning’s dream – in another town, in a hotel, kinda bored, talking with the hotel owner lady, during the talk my friend comes to pick me up for going out, he makes some remark about me being all dressed up (red, tight, somewhat short, definitely female flattering and black shoes) but he mainly seems to be fascinated with my high-heel black shoes, but this is all aside of the really important stuff. The woman (hotel owner) asks me, in french, if it ever happens to me that I struggle with continuity when painting.
My answer, all in french with a gorgeous guttural Swiss accent: “are you kidding me??? This happens to me ALL THE TIME – I can’t even paint fast enough to keep it steady for ONE painting – something happens in my life and I totally change moods and due to that my viewpoints and perceptions change as of how I see something and thus my painting stroke and color decisions and style and all changes too as I express myself!”
It is during this conversation that my (boy-) friend arrives to take me out and makes the above comment.
When I wake-up I am once again fascinated about the analytical thoughts going on during my dreams… this of course next to them being really nutty in their logic from time to time.