The dream this morning has me kind of jazzed! It is the 1970's and I am 13 years old again. I am back in middle school in the 7th grade. I have hatched me a scheme to do a secret project and to complete it I must fool a lot of people into thinking, that I am really doing a simple art project, and that I am actually a much older high school student. It is going to be the ultimate surprise if I pull it off.
Somehow, I have talked my teachers and the principal into letting me have an isolated room into the middle school to work on an art project. It is supposed to be a painting; a mural on a canvas. What I am actually doing is something pretty sneaky! My elaborate plan is to do a mural on a van instead. I will pose as a high school student transferring from another school. I grow a soul patch beard and I am wearing auto shop coveralls to try disguise just how young I really am. I walk over to the nearby high school and talk the auto class teacher into letting me join his class for the semester.
Back, when I really was a 13 year old, I was a budding artist. I loved to draw and could have become a very good graphic artist had I stuck with it. I lost interest in art when I graduated high school. My chief problem was staying motivated to complete any project I started. I was hooked on getting praise and feed back. The more people loved what I was doing the more and better artistic output I would do. When I realized I would never be good at making deadlines I realized I would never make it as a professional artist. My life took a different path. I went into the culinary field instead. My thinking was it was better to be a well fed cook than a starving artist.
In the dream I find myself in a class room in the high school. The auto shop teacher has accepted my forged papers and fake identity. He buys it with no questions asked. The high school has just received an astoundingly offer of 200 good used cars, trucks and vans free from an auto auction! Talk out about good timing! I must have known this was going to happen well ahead of time and thus put my schemes into motion. Well, I wake up at this point in the dream, I do not get to see if I pulled off my con job or if I created one bitchin' van mural! Oh, darn!! I'd like to think I did an amazing job and everyone was blown away with my fantastic artwork.
Sometimes, we make choices in life and wonder what could have been. I could have been a famous artist, perhaps, I know some people were disappointed in my choice of career, and think I let my gifts and talents go to waste. Now, I wonder if my unconscious self has some hidden desire to recover the excitement and fun I used to have when I was doing artwork. Is it even possible to recreate that environment again and be any good at it anymore? It has been such a long time. My skills are so diminished.
When I was a teen I would create these books with pictures of old movie monsters like King Kong and Godzilla. I would draw them all in pencil and ink in one-on-one battles. It gave me endless hours of entertainment. These days I have the internet with YouTube and Facebook to keep me distracted. I have little time or desire to get creative. These dream blogs are the closest thing I have to a creative outlet. I do so enjoy writing them.
I think there is an unconscious part of me that misses having childlike fun and wants to play and express itself. Life has indeed become too serious and out of balance I must admit. It might be nice to draw again and maybe take up music or some other creative hobby. There is definitely a part of my soul that yearns and needs to get back out into nature again. I desperately want to see green trees and hear the babbling of a brook. My life is too full of work, worries and other mundane things. It is not good for me. I must get to scheming and dreaming about ways to get such things back into my life again. I believe that is what the dream is simply telling me today.
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