I told John a bit about a dream I had a several nights ago. We were sitting across from eachother at a table. There was food at the table but we weren't really eating, more talking. He was clothed and I was too, except that you could see my chest. Now, earlier in the dream I did something that caused me to have this big big bruise on my chest. It was dark purple and spread around my sternum and over my left shoulder. It looked as if there was like internal bleeding near to the skin surface but back enough so that it was behind my sternum. I don't know, hard to explain it without hand gestures. John didn't notice the huge splotch of blood. And I said to him, 'You didn't notice? Look, I have a big bruise all over my chest and up my left shoulder!' It didn't hurt. But something was obviously drastically wrong. And instead of considering going to the hospital, which didn't occur to me at all, I was just like, 'I'll ask mom to take me to the doctor tomorrow, it's too late to go tonight.' I don't remember what I did that caused the big bruise, but it was something I shouldn't have been doing.
There was another part where I was standing, or rather hobbling because I was in pain due to weird bruise, in a narrow-ish corridor where two pieces of my artwork were hanging across from each other on the walls. One was my junior prom collage sorta thing, which exists, and the other was a painting of a red factory-like building, which doesn't. In the dream-collage, however, there was a square of mirror in the center of it while the real collage doesn't have that. On a nearby table there was this liquid that made it easier to cut into metal/mirror. I decided that I wanted to cut a section out of the mirror part and put something else, but I forget what, and I remember applying the liquid to a square section of the mirror part with a dirty grey rag. It wasn't going to fully disintegrate the mirror, I knew, but I was satisfied when I saw that it had disintegrated the section a little. I only had to wait a little bit before cutting into the mirror with an exacto-knife. Then I turned around and decided to apply the liquid to the factory painting. To a corner of the factory so that I can open up the factory wall and show the inside. Apparently, the liquid had the ability to show a cross-section of a painting. It was odd. There was supposed to be a family disproportionally large compared to the walls surrounding them sitting at a table eating supper.
But that's all I remember. Other than standing in line somewhere behind some snobby, attitude-y black girl with braids. She was pretty and she knew it. John was standing next to me in that line. But I don't remember what else happened in that scene. Other than that the girl was going to do something for somebody else in the line but then she was like 'Forget it, do it yourself.'
Weird dreams.
