Dream Entry: Art Class
In the dream, the project was to create a piece for the end of the semester. I took a elongated mural-sized canvas out to the courtyard and painted it glossy black. When the day came to present it, my piece appeared to be a black doorway on a wall in the classroom. The professor walked up to it, and entered into the doorway. After a few minutes, he reappeared and said, "now this is what I'm talking about." The students in the class file into and through the doorway.
There was a staircase down into a basement painted all black. At the bottom, there was a bookshelf containing all the books of the classical masters....and a hammer. The professor picked up the hammer and looked at the shelf containing the canon of western art masters. I asked, "can you do it." After several moments where he almost swung at the shelf and destroyed it, he shook his head. No. I can't.
We all filed back upstairs. Wake up.
There was a staircase down into a basement painted all black. At the bottom, there was a bookshelf containing all the books of the classical masters....and a hammer. The professor picked up the hammer and looked at the shelf containing the canon of western art masters. I asked, "can you do it." After several moments where he almost swung at the shelf and destroyed it, he shook his head. No. I can't.
We all filed back upstairs. Wake up.