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This dream might give a whole new meaning to "landscape art" Or an "art landscape" - that is a rather haunting, dimly lit indoor art-exhibit arranged in sometimes confusing maze-like patterns. I'm walking through these eerieily quiet exhibits (with no other patrons present) of mostly modern-art like sculptures, paintings, and murals, and feeling stunned.
I had found my way to a light at the end of maze-like exhibits, and found a docent. I was quickly walking (with that stunned look on my face), when I asked the docent, "What Was That??" The docent gave a reply (words unknown) which seemed to signify something like, this will be a memorable exhibit, and/ or this docent found my reaction very familliar with the patronage at these exhibits.
I proceeded on with viewing the exhibits, while pre-occupied with finding the exit, and (hopefully) locating my parked-car. The exhibits increasingly became lifelike. One such exhibit felt like a haunting pre-dawn / pre-dusk landscape in the Himalayas - without the cold, and navigation through snow, and ice.
Another exhibit felt (not just looked like) I was at the edge of a dimly-lit (almost darkened) abyss. About twenty-feet across, the abyss was a wall with a ray of light illuminating a "ledge of sorts" at the wall - the light almost looked painted. The scence felt life-like - that the sounds expreinced felt like what a natural landscape with a real-life abyss.
At which point I heard the last ten-seconds to the 1985 song 'You Can Read My Mind' (Superman movie soundtrack) By Maureen McGovern. The next song was the first part of the 1966 song, 'My Special Angel' by the Vogues. Both songs echoed off of what sounded-like how sounds would echo off of natural landscapes. I wisely proceeded to walk away from this exhibit's creation of an abyss - on the fear that this abyss felt (not just looked-like) a real life abyss - with real life consequences of falling down an abyss.
I saw another light, and I heard people speaking, and moving about - three exhibit staffers, and three other patrons. I had asked a staffer where a certain parking-lot was located. The staffer told me I was a long way off from this parking-lot. The staffer pointed towards where both the entrance to the exhibit, and the exit to the outside stood "side-by-side."
Somehow, I felt the paths within the exhibit were more familiar than what was just outside, and found myself once again walking through this exhibit, yet this time, I had that sixth sense to navigate through this exhibit to the exit leading to the parking-lots. Sure enough, I had located an exit with both shadows, and sunlight shining through both the cracks in a door, and the novel design of the door itself that selectively yielded a light shadow patterns. The exit door almost resembled an art exhibit itself.
After going through this door, my eyes adjusted to the mid-afternoon Los Angeles sunlight, and I heard the notable sound of vehicle traffic nearby. I felt the sharp differences between the indoor exhibit experience completely removed (separated by mere exterior walls) from the experienes of the outside world. Once again, I was asking, "What Was That??"
The parking-lot turned-out to be the wrong parking-lot - where my car was not to be found. Yet, the surrounding landscapes resembled the old middle-class to upper middle class West Los Angeles neighborhoods towards the UCLA Campus, I felt some familiarity to the parking-lots, from before I entered the art-exhibit, and hence I would soon navigate to my parked car. I had woken-up, and preceeded to digest "all of the above" - and planning on how to put this dream to words.
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SIMILAR DREAM: A few nights later, I had a similar dream. This dream (which appeared to take-place in New York City) began as something like a lunch theater featuring Italian dishes.
The dream proceeded, and felt like I was walking through a maze of large screens showing a Public Broadcasting Service (PBS) TV series with audio about the key events shaping post World War II America. A couple of points in this exhibit felt akin to walking through a TV screen, and experiencing something like active participation of specific events taking-place in the last half of the twentieth century.
As I proceed to exit this exhibit, a familar-looking person asked me, "where were you? You've been gone for nine-hours!" I felt the nine hours total was spent with lunch, and the musuem exhibit.
After waking-up, I asked myself, did this familiar person feel "left-out" - on account of not inviting them to a museum lunch, followed by a rather novel exhibit?
This dream might give a whole new meaning to "landscape art" Or an "art landscape" - that is a rather haunting, dimly lit indoor art-exhibit arranged in sometimes confusing maze-like patterns. I'm walking through these eerieily quiet exhibits (with no other patrons present) of mostly modern-art like sculptures, paintings, and murals, and feeling stunned.
I had found my way to a light at the end of maze-like exhibits, and found a docent. I was quickly walking (with that stunned look on my face), when I asked the docent, "What Was That??" The docent gave a reply (words unknown) which seemed to signify something like, this will be a memorable exhibit, and/ or this docent found my reaction very familliar with the patronage at these exhibits.
I proceeded on with viewing the exhibits, while pre-occupied with finding the exit, and (hopefully) locating my parked-car. The exhibits increasingly became lifelike. One such exhibit felt like a haunting pre-dawn / pre-dusk landscape in the Himalayas - without the cold, and navigation through snow, and ice.
Another exhibit felt (not just looked like) I was at the edge of a dimly-lit (almost darkened) abyss. About twenty-feet across, the abyss was a wall with a ray of light illuminating a "ledge of sorts" at the wall - the light almost looked painted. The scence felt life-like - that the sounds expreinced felt like what a natural landscape with a real-life abyss.
At which point I heard the last ten-seconds to the 1985 song 'You Can Read My Mind' (Superman movie soundtrack) By Maureen McGovern. The next song was the first part of the 1966 song, 'My Special Angel' by the Vogues. Both songs echoed off of what sounded-like how sounds would echo off of natural landscapes. I wisely proceeded to walk away from this exhibit's creation of an abyss - on the fear that this abyss felt (not just looked-like) a real life abyss - with real life consequences of falling down an abyss.
I saw another light, and I heard people speaking, and moving about - three exhibit staffers, and three other patrons. I had asked a staffer where a certain parking-lot was located. The staffer told me I was a long way off from this parking-lot. The staffer pointed towards where both the entrance to the exhibit, and the exit to the outside stood "side-by-side."
Somehow, I felt the paths within the exhibit were more familiar than what was just outside, and found myself once again walking through this exhibit, yet this time, I had that sixth sense to navigate through this exhibit to the exit leading to the parking-lots. Sure enough, I had located an exit with both shadows, and sunlight shining through both the cracks in a door, and the novel design of the door itself that selectively yielded a light shadow patterns. The exit door almost resembled an art exhibit itself.
After going through this door, my eyes adjusted to the mid-afternoon Los Angeles sunlight, and I heard the notable sound of vehicle traffic nearby. I felt the sharp differences between the indoor exhibit experience completely removed (separated by mere exterior walls) from the experienes of the outside world. Once again, I was asking, "What Was That??"
The parking-lot turned-out to be the wrong parking-lot - where my car was not to be found. Yet, the surrounding landscapes resembled the old middle-class to upper middle class West Los Angeles neighborhoods towards the UCLA Campus, I felt some familiarity to the parking-lots, from before I entered the art-exhibit, and hence I would soon navigate to my parked car. I had woken-up, and preceeded to digest "all of the above" - and planning on how to put this dream to words.
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SIMILAR DREAM: A few nights later, I had a similar dream. This dream (which appeared to take-place in New York City) began as something like a lunch theater featuring Italian dishes.
The dream proceeded, and felt like I was walking through a maze of large screens showing a Public Broadcasting Service (PBS) TV series with audio about the key events shaping post World War II America. A couple of points in this exhibit felt akin to walking through a TV screen, and experiencing something like active participation of specific events taking-place in the last half of the twentieth century.
As I proceed to exit this exhibit, a familar-looking person asked me, "where were you? You've been gone for nine-hours!" I felt the nine hours total was spent with lunch, and the musuem exhibit.
After waking-up, I asked myself, did this familiar person feel "left-out" - on account of not inviting them to a museum lunch, followed by a rather novel exhibit?
