from TDK: Dream

[The past couple nights I’ve had very interesting dreams. Yesterday morning I wake up, smoke a cigarette, then before falling back asleep ask repeatedly to show me my twin, bring her to me….whoever she may be. An hour long dream of Laila (plus Julie who’s a bit older) ensues. Never happened before like this at all. Only saw Laila in passing, or perhaps dreams I do not remember. I was upset. Maybe I’ll write that down later… I’m still processing it. I didn’t want to dream of her anyhow.]

This is the dream I felt the need to jot down this morning upon awakening:

Dream – ‘She always must be looking at art’- April 9th, 2015

Traveling around with some dude. Not quite recalling what ensued before this but he drives to some building and comes out with a book. Leather bound, reddish-brown in color, dimensions like a photo-album- rectangular. Book bought for me titled”filipomovie” -picture book. Photos from a film either I’m in or someone who very much resembles me. It is signed to me by different people on the inside, almost like a yearbook.

A bit later… Was in some kind of artist/ thinkers/ gifted youth type community. I see a girl. Girl like lulu (hair black, bobbed) being carried/ riding on shoulders of older mid-30’s (?) woman. “Lulu” is looking off to the side. I jump up and grab on (somehow), wrapping my arms around her. She’s still looking off to the side. I kiss her and smile. She turns her head and looks into my eyes, smiles and kisses me back, happy- then we both ask one another’s names simultaneously as woman is walking us through a hall into another room full of artwork. She says her name is Laida (layda)- Lyla or Lillia {?} (being her middle name.) I tell her my name.

I go to grab her off the woman, telling her ‘I can carry her’ as I start taking her out and off with me. She (Laida) shrinks into a ball, like when you touch a sea- anemone. Woman grabs her back and says ‘she must always be looking at art (!)’ I get sad. Then I ask ‘doesn’t she see people as art?’ Woman chuckles a little and says something like, ‘well not most people.’ – I realize she can’t go off and be looking at other faces. (?)

‘Here comes the night time’ playing through corridors (just drums and backing track) before I wake up. Whole time I’m walking around in this dream with this other fellow, sort of similar to me. I know him but really I have no idea who he is. He’s trying to find where the music is coming from and makes a remark about not liking it or wanting to hear it. I say, ‘don’t you like the arcade fire?’ And he replies, ‘well yes but they overplay this one.’

(Backing up in dream recall) I come across a young group of people making art outdoors. Kids and teens mainly. Looks like my art quite a bit. I even note to one particular girl that what she’s doing looks like something I’ve done. One boy is doing a colored pencil or pastel of eyes amidst stars. A constellation. (Pleiades). Very advanced eyes drawn by this little man. Kid is only five or six. I think this is where he’s from. I ask him where’s his spaceship and he points and says ‘here,’ making whooshing, rocket noise.

I start talking to group of kids and teens and they gather around me and ask where I’m from. I tell them I’m here because I’m dreaming. They get a bit surprised and say ‘what?!’ I say ‘I’m having a dream at night, that’s how I’m here.’ They all are very amused and one says, ‘well wow, you are far off from home (in time).’I say why, what year is it? One older boy says ‘9 thousand something.’ Someone corrects him saying ‘no no, not that far.’ I say something like ‘yeah but you all are in “modern” clothing’ and I look around at everything. Not very “futuristic.” Can see a city/town in the distance and seems normal if not old, like 15th century Italy (?) ‘Dream’ soon ends.

I go back to sleep again and wake up later in the morning. I swipe the lock screen of my phone and somehow it’s open to Laila’s contact info.
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{further investigation} “Filipomovie” (?)
Given name
– Filipo Archinto (1500–1558), an Italian theologian and diplomat.