I've been having dreams lately of "epic buildings." Last night I was in a museum. I had donated my fish to the museum and was enjoying watching the guppies swim so fast in the water you could barely see them. There was one guppy that would leap 5 inches out of the water in joy. But there were some ugly fish in the tank, too. Big, spiny, brown and mottled, scaley precambrian looking fish. One of them swam slowly up to the glass, looked right at me, and bumped the glass hard with his nose. It scared me so I left and went to tell the curators about it.
I spent some part of the dream trying to catch the fish to donate them. I put 4 fish and 4 ghost shrimp into a cup. But the cup wasn't big enough for them all so the shrimp started crawling out. So I tried to move them to a vase. One of the fish flopped out. Stupid little guppy. Their colors look so dull and boring when they are laying on their side, their fins plastered to their gasping-for-water bodies. I just cup my hand over the fish and wait for them to flop...they usually just flop right up into your hand. But this one was a slippery little bugger. It kept flopping away and I had to chase after it on my hands and knees. Kitchen to living room across carpet. At one point it flopped up into the recessed carving of the seat bottom of a chair. All I could do was tilt the chair until it fell out, then take up the chase again. I became short of breath and started to think it would be easier just to let him die then pick him up.
Anyway back at the museum I was on a tour with my school mates. I was a distinguished guest because of my donation of the fishtank to the museum. The first part of the tour was a lecture. There was a station with writing tablets and pens. I tried to take a tablet but you were supposed to leave them at the table. But how could you take notes on the lecture if you couldn't take the tablet with you? So I tried to take a few sheets of paper out of the tablet. I found a few blank ones and tore them out. But I noticed they had writing, in red pen ink, on the back. Oops! I had torn somebody else's page out. I tucked the pages back into the tablet and saw all the pages had already been used. I realized it was less a tablet for taking notes and more for each person to record their experiences in. I did find a few scraps of paper in the back of the tablet, so I took those and went into the lecture room.
It was a small dark room with metal chairs lined up in 3 rows and a projector in the back of the room. The door was a fabric curtain. I was a little late so sat down next to a friend as quietly as I could. The museum person, a woman about 45 years old and very serious, was showing a film. It was of a bullet shaped robot that had what looked like huge blood vessels all over its body. It had stumpy little legs, and was being shown walking on the moon. But it had this appendage, maybe a lazer, that was right where a penis would be. It was long and had a red tip and several of us laughed immediately.
The museum person stopped the film in disgust. All of our names were already written on the blackboard. She pointed to the names of the disruptors, which was almost everyone, and read the names. But when she got to my name she said she'd make an acception for me, since there was a gala dinner that night for everyone, but there were going to be too many white people there so she didn't want me going. I stood up indignant. But everyone else going was white. Then I noticed, EVERYONE in the room was white, so why should they care? I was just like everyone else wasn't I?
It was time to leave. I got to the elevator with Lollie and we took it downstairs to the bus station. I leaned my back against the wall and looked down just in time to see the walls were clear and I could see out...I have awful vertigo and the shock of seeing the ground caused me to scream and panic. I talked to myself to try and stay calm.
Lollie was telling me that she could see it in my personality that I caused myself to have vertigo. That I didn't really have it, I just wanted to have it so my body reacted as if I did. This upset me greatly. I didn't think I wanted to have vertigo.
The dream gets jumpy from here. I took the bus with an older couple to go back home. The bus let us off...oh never mind...it's so convoluted. It will take more time to get the details down then the details seem to be worth. I've been typing for 20 minutes already. sheesh.
I spent some part of the dream trying to catch the fish to donate them. I put 4 fish and 4 ghost shrimp into a cup. But the cup wasn't big enough for them all so the shrimp started crawling out. So I tried to move them to a vase. One of the fish flopped out. Stupid little guppy. Their colors look so dull and boring when they are laying on their side, their fins plastered to their gasping-for-water bodies. I just cup my hand over the fish and wait for them to flop...they usually just flop right up into your hand. But this one was a slippery little bugger. It kept flopping away and I had to chase after it on my hands and knees. Kitchen to living room across carpet. At one point it flopped up into the recessed carving of the seat bottom of a chair. All I could do was tilt the chair until it fell out, then take up the chase again. I became short of breath and started to think it would be easier just to let him die then pick him up.
Anyway back at the museum I was on a tour with my school mates. I was a distinguished guest because of my donation of the fishtank to the museum. The first part of the tour was a lecture. There was a station with writing tablets and pens. I tried to take a tablet but you were supposed to leave them at the table. But how could you take notes on the lecture if you couldn't take the tablet with you? So I tried to take a few sheets of paper out of the tablet. I found a few blank ones and tore them out. But I noticed they had writing, in red pen ink, on the back. Oops! I had torn somebody else's page out. I tucked the pages back into the tablet and saw all the pages had already been used. I realized it was less a tablet for taking notes and more for each person to record their experiences in. I did find a few scraps of paper in the back of the tablet, so I took those and went into the lecture room.
It was a small dark room with metal chairs lined up in 3 rows and a projector in the back of the room. The door was a fabric curtain. I was a little late so sat down next to a friend as quietly as I could. The museum person, a woman about 45 years old and very serious, was showing a film. It was of a bullet shaped robot that had what looked like huge blood vessels all over its body. It had stumpy little legs, and was being shown walking on the moon. But it had this appendage, maybe a lazer, that was right where a penis would be. It was long and had a red tip and several of us laughed immediately.
The museum person stopped the film in disgust. All of our names were already written on the blackboard. She pointed to the names of the disruptors, which was almost everyone, and read the names. But when she got to my name she said she'd make an acception for me, since there was a gala dinner that night for everyone, but there were going to be too many white people there so she didn't want me going. I stood up indignant. But everyone else going was white. Then I noticed, EVERYONE in the room was white, so why should they care? I was just like everyone else wasn't I?
It was time to leave. I got to the elevator with Lollie and we took it downstairs to the bus station. I leaned my back against the wall and looked down just in time to see the walls were clear and I could see out...I have awful vertigo and the shock of seeing the ground caused me to scream and panic. I talked to myself to try and stay calm.
Lollie was telling me that she could see it in my personality that I caused myself to have vertigo. That I didn't really have it, I just wanted to have it so my body reacted as if I did. This upset me greatly. I didn't think I wanted to have vertigo.
The dream gets jumpy from here. I took the bus with an older couple to go back home. The bus let us off...oh never mind...it's so convoluted. It will take more time to get the details down then the details seem to be worth. I've been typing for 20 minutes already. sheesh.
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The bald head was an attention-getter, there is no doubt about it. But it was terrible to keep shaved, and head stubble is hugely annoying. So I decided to let the hair grow back and draw attention through my personality and fashion sense. Well, personality. Or just plain luck, as it were.
And your hairstyle has nothing to do with it.