Kay, so I had the strangest dream last night. After witnessing some strange home videos of myself (I was ten years old, lying on a bed, and talking candidly about sex to a camera, but if you were to put me on mute, it would look like I was talking about something innocent, like Barbies) I ran to go tell my little sister. On the way, I bumped into Tyra Banks (who my sister is named after), who was telling me about gay bullying and suicides. Then I met some girl (who actually like of looked like the girl sitting next to me right not :| I’ve never seen her before in my life) and I asked her if she was going where I was going. I link arms with her and we start walking. I point and say “Oh there’s a cat.” Then all of a sudden there’s three. Then We look at the crowd of people walking in front of us, and they’re actually cats on their hind legs on stilts. Creeped me the fuck out. So I go to a room, where I see my friend NM and he says “Ojoooo!” (He’d written that on my FB wall yesterday). I’m hugging him, then a cat comes in, and he starts teasing me with it, threatening to throw it at me.
Then I woke up. It was like 5 am. Every time I closed my eye I kept seeing those gross cats on stilts, which were getting smaller, kind of like bugs. So I had to force myself to dream something else and go back to sleep.
(Note: I have a huge fear of people on stilts. Click here to see why. Not sure how the cats came in.)
Anyway, we looked at this artist Tim Biskup today in Psych. And I love the style. I want to paint my dream when I get home.