The dream titled A Magical, Gender-Free Being Rests Inside My Kiln today inspired me to search for a local company that fires clay pieces for customers. I found a woman-owned studio near Lake Nokomis called “The Workshop Mpls.” It’s not expensive and she has 4 electric kilns and multiple cone options. She fires cone 6, which is what I need for my paper clay. Hooray! If it all works out, maybe someday I’ll donate my kiln to her.
The dream kiln located outside of my house seems prescient. I wonder if I will ever understand who that bright-white alien-jester might be. Perhaps I could create him/her from clay. Think about it.
Also consider making facial portraits of Wyn and Oona mounted on wall plates. Like the dream Old Work Complete, New Work Underway. My art style is not very realistic, though. I’m a storyteller cartoonist.
Precognitive: On February 12 I dream of cleaning a dangerous virus (Lucid Dream-Within-A-Dream And Two Fragments). On February 15, in waking life, I head to my doctor with an ear infection that is draining blood. Two weeks later I am still having trouble hearing out of my right ear. After the bleeding stopped, the ear continued to drain yellow fluid, which reminds me of the yellow urine flowing into the bathtub drain.