(Saturday, July 15, 2017) moon third quarter Aries / tarot three of cups
I arrive at the dream conference. It seems to be in Arizona because in one scene I am heading back to my room to change into lighter clothing. I feel the heat. I am perspiring slightly, which I enjoy. I love the heat.
I have brought a large roll of heavy watercolor paper with me. I have been working on a mural and intend to complete it at the conference.
I enter a session led by Richard W. The session is not being held in a hotel conference room: it’s in a university lecture hall containing several rows filled with desks. Richard begins speaking at the lowest room level, in front of a white board, then turns to me with the expectation that I complete the presentation.
I have a section of paper in my hand from my mural rough draft. I wish the art was ready, but it is not, so I punt. I make an off-the-cuff talk about the image and the research behind it. The research is about the brain and seizure disorder.
Richard moves up a level. Again I assume that he is the lecturer, the professor, but he turns to me, a little sternly. So I hold up another drawing and talk. I think there are students, participants, in the room but they are not visible to me. The desks seem empty.
This process continues through each level till Richard and I reach the top. The back of the lecture hall. I give my final presentation, again in a very light-hearted manner. I have expertise but because I did not expect to present, I do not have any research data in front of me to work from. All I have are my sketchy cartoons. Am I a disappointment to Richard? To the conference audience? To myself?
I leave the lecture hall and enter another next door. Jantje Visscher, an artist from W.A.R.M., is presenting with her beautiful, controlled geometric drawings. Matrices. The drawings are on the same thick watercolor paper as mine, but they are on tall vertical sections that are connected by seams of tape. They can be folded like the panel dividers between conference rooms. I am impressed by her preparation and logic.
Day notes:
This seems related to the way I presented my dream on Monday night (the Berry method “Drawn Into The Dream”).
I am creating a new batch of paper clay, which involves adding pulp from thick watercolor paper.
When I awake I wonder if Richard has ever presented at a conference. If not, why not.
Our illustrator in Portland has left the company so I will need to do more drawing at work. I am happy about that.
When I awake I also think some of this dream expresses regret about areas of my life left unexplored. I thought about going into child psychology when I was at the U of M. My art degree is uncompleted. I feel that my dream life is rich enough for me to be an able member of the IASD. But my professional life offers nothing to the organization.
The weather today is like Arizona. Bliss for me.