Peter Hofstad's 115th Dream
last night i dreamt i was seeing Bob Dylan in concert, but for some reason i had left the tickets in my car. So i went back to get them, but took a wrong turn and ended up in this modern art gallery with a girl i know behind the desk (i forget the girl now). The gallery was shaped like a church and had a tall balcony with framed portraits where the crucifix would be.
The owner of the art gallery said i could look at the exhibits, but i would have to take a quiz afterward. I walked through the door and entered this sepia-tone environment with a small slanted house (that sort of resembled the yella house). Inside the house there were life sized puppets attached to gears/strings, and the strings were making them saw wood, sweep the floors, and drink from large jugs marked "XXX".
Outside the house a black and white dust storm started brewing. I tried to get back into the house, but it was suddenly locked. On the door the artist's name was printed: "Weatherford ......." (I forget the last name).
The owner of the art gallery said i could look at the exhibits, but i would have to take a quiz afterward. I walked through the door and entered this sepia-tone environment with a small slanted house (that sort of resembled the yella house). Inside the house there were life sized puppets attached to gears/strings, and the strings were making them saw wood, sweep the floors, and drink from large jugs marked "XXX".
Outside the house a black and white dust storm started brewing. I tried to get back into the house, but it was suddenly locked. On the door the artist's name was printed: "Weatherford ......." (I forget the last name).