I have a very vague memory of a couple of images from last night. They both sort of blend in together, and I feel that both were part of a much larger dream.
I am working on an arrangement of stones. On the ground there was a circle or a spiral, and directly over it was a chain into which were more stones were hung, like a pendulum. The stones were fist-size and quite heavy, and I was concerned that the bracket in the ceiling to which the chain was attached may come detached. Eventually, I got the arrangement done perfectly.
At that moment a friend joined me and began to ridicule my work, saying that there has to be one special stone at the very bottom and produces something pink and fuzzy. I see that while it may have the shape of a stone, it's actually a piece of Styrofoam that has been covered with fabric. She tells me that it cost her $300 and she insists that it be used. I absolutely refuse to let her do this, saying that first of all it's hardly worth that much money, and secondly, that it would destroy the balance of the arrangement. Se walks off in a huff.
(Later in the same dream) I am in an upstairs bedroom in a big house. It is large and airy, with windows on two sides to let in lots of sunlight and fresh air. I get an impression that I'm a guest here, as I wrap myself in a soft white terry-cloth bathrobe. Just as I am ready to leave the room, the door bursts open, and that same friend enters . For some reason, she is now upset that I am wearing the robe and proceeds to pull out a small can of dark blue paint and begins to apply the paint all over me with a small brush. She pays particular attention to the lapels, making sure that only the top layer gets painted.
I become very upset, and quickly take off the garment. As I silently walk out of the room, I leave her yelling at me to come back immediately and to help her finish the job.
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