SEARCHING FOR A WASHROOM AND DESIGNING A SPIDER JACKET

I remember two dreams from last night, and I know that they were smaller portions of much larger dreams. A word of warning - contains yukky and personal images:


I am in a large department store, in the woman's clothing section. Everything is very crowded around me not only with clothing racks but with women trying on this and that item, squabbling about garments. I wander off to a quieter space, one full of beautiful wedding gowns and other formal wear, and for an instant feel that I am no longer in a department store but backstage at a theatre. There's a particular dusty smell that is unique to theatres and that is what makes me sense the change.

Store or backstage, the women act in basically the same way, and I continue to try and find a quiet spot for myself. Suddenly, I feel the need to find a bathroom, and quickly go in search of one, which I find but it has a line of women waiting to also use it. I know that it will be very difficult for me to wait this out, and I immediately go looking for another washroom. "If I didn't know better," I think to myself, "I would think that this is a dream! But this can't be a dream, this is real!"

Finally, I am back by the wedding dresses and find a pail. Damned the consequences, I need to pee!! And this pail will do quite nicely. Just as I'm about to squat over it, I look across the aisle, and see a man in an army uniform doing the same thing. He has his pants down, just as I'm hiking up my skirts, and we both stare at each other for a moment. At the same time we just shrug, and squat. "Calls of Nature cannot be denied. What is seen cannot be unseen", crosses my mind. For some reason, I see traces of blood, as though I am having my period, and this worries me on several levels. Looking around, I see a discarded small garment, like a t-shirt, and use this to clean myself up with...

...At that moment I woke up finding that I indeed needed to find a washroom, but puzzled as to why I didn't recognize that I was dreaming. This was around 3:00 am. I fell back asleep very quickly, and sometime before getting up, I dreamed the following:

I am on a movie set, and the shot is of a beautiful woman being on top of a sky-scrapper, holding onto the spire for dear life. The thought that this is a remake of King Kong crosses my mind, but I realize it's different. The shot is done on green screen, but when seen on a monitor, it is complete with the sky-scraper in place.

The woman has long black hair that fans out in the wind and is dressed in a white glittery gown over which there is a jacket decorated with spider-web. It billows out under the hair in the most dramatic way, especially as she takes one hand to hold it in a tragic fashion over her brow before being torn away from the spire.

Loud cheering and applause greet this performance as the director yells "cut and print!" I find myself cheering with the rest, and am now in the company of a small group of young girls, all in their late teens, who are obviously big fans of the actress. They draw me into their conversation and when I tell them I used to do costumes like this, they practically mob me in their enthusiasm. They each want a jacket just like that!! So eager they are for this, they at first fail to see the actress herself come up to them.

I get to see the jacket close up and am rather disappointed to note that it's a very poor mock-up of what could have been a stunning garment. Strips of cheap shiny trim are glued to a the transparant fabric, and the style is totally wrong for the long elegant evening gown. None of this matters to the fans, who now cluster around the beautiful actress as she also tells of her disappointment in the way the jacket fits. Dramatically, she lifts her arms while explaining, "... and it's supposed to just billow out in the blast of cold air" throwing her arms wide, "but as you can see, it doesn't."

I say nothing, as in my mind I begin constructing the jacket as it is supposed to be, and go quietly away to start work on it.