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I just dreamed that I was giving a lecture on the changing nature of art appreciation to a big crowd in a lecture hall. But it was a very odd dream, not in its mundanity but in its emotions. I was not late for the lecture, I was not unprepared. I spoke with confidence and calm, and the audience was in the palm of my hand. What was left of them, anyway, as about 3/4 did get up and walk out as I was speaking. (Eh, whatever, that happened at both of my Flea presentations. No big deal.)
What was oddest is that I got to finish my lecture and talk to attendees afterwards- it was not a dream about rushing around, trying to prepare last-minute. I even remember my last point, I spoke of the changing nature of art appreciation in the modern age. I asked the audience how many had smartphones, and almost every single one, including very old people, raised them in their hands. I then spoke of how, since the ban against photography of art had been lifted, the engagement was so much better. People got to take these pieces with them, in a way they couldn't before (unless they bought postcards or very expensive art books), and therefore could form strong personal bonds.
It was really cool. I wonder if my subconscious is kicking me for not applying to be a Flea presenter, again, or just eager to be a Professor (a dream I thought I'd given up on). I think I would be good at it. I also think that no loan agency in the world would give me credit right now, and really, I'd rather study in England or France or Sweden and be able to earn a full MFA for the price of maybe one year, or one semester in the US. I just have to save up for it.
I mean, have a fucking job, go to fucking DisneyWorld, and then save up for it.
This has been a fabulous week of kinky events, but the best one is tonight. I think I'd rather talk about all of them together. I have tabs that have been open for months, so I'm gonna bite the bullet and start my backlog of journalling soon, maybe even today. I just need to do a walk or a gym visit to get the wiggles out, first.
Or start my next project, some soft sculpture pieces that will be really cool. Yeah, I think I'll have some breakfast and start! Starting's the hardest part, always.
What was oddest is that I got to finish my lecture and talk to attendees afterwards- it was not a dream about rushing around, trying to prepare last-minute. I even remember my last point, I spoke of the changing nature of art appreciation in the modern age. I asked the audience how many had smartphones, and almost every single one, including very old people, raised them in their hands. I then spoke of how, since the ban against photography of art had been lifted, the engagement was so much better. People got to take these pieces with them, in a way they couldn't before (unless they bought postcards or very expensive art books), and therefore could form strong personal bonds.
It was really cool. I wonder if my subconscious is kicking me for not applying to be a Flea presenter, again, or just eager to be a Professor (a dream I thought I'd given up on). I think I would be good at it. I also think that no loan agency in the world would give me credit right now, and really, I'd rather study in England or France or Sweden and be able to earn a full MFA for the price of maybe one year, or one semester in the US. I just have to save up for it.
I mean, have a fucking job, go to fucking DisneyWorld, and then save up for it.
This has been a fabulous week of kinky events, but the best one is tonight. I think I'd rather talk about all of them together. I have tabs that have been open for months, so I'm gonna bite the bullet and start my backlog of journalling soon, maybe even today. I just need to do a walk or a gym visit to get the wiggles out, first.
Or start my next project, some soft sculpture pieces that will be really cool. Yeah, I think I'll have some breakfast and start! Starting's the hardest part, always.