Dream: Junior Line Design
Dream 20030310, 6:30 AM:
I am somewhere, I don’t recall where, talking with Grandpa’s ghost about Grandma. He asks if there is still anything at the house that burns wood. I have a vision of stacked wood, about half a facechord, beside a building. He says that there should be, that he had the house designed that way. I have another view, of a large stove; it looks like one of the turn-of-the-century cast iron cooking stoves, but it is made of blue enamel-ware.
Then, I’m talking with Mom. She needs for me to drop her off at work so that she can get her afghan repaired. She shows me the afghan, which is made of a beige yarn in rows, with holes in some places that appear to be part of the pattern. It looks almost like a punched card pattern. There are pieces of purple yarn through some of the holes, and I know that they represent places that she needs to have fixed.
Then, I’m at a class, teaching tablet weaving. I have a warped and partially woven loom, with a broad band of double-faced knotwork on it. I give out my handouts and start showing various things, but everyone wants to know about the “Junior Line Design.” I know this means the double-face technique; the one that I have on the loom is a strapwork pattern. I start to pass out that handout too, but find that somehow I have “Pattern Interpretation” instead.
art craft and art
That is a craft filled dream isn’t it? I wonder why I never dream aboutmy grandparents even though they were the hugest influence on my life. When I read the NAME of the dream, I was worried you had a dream about line dancing 🙂
Re: art craft and art
Dreams, like art, hold a mirror to life… my dreams often use arts and crafts, either as metaphors or as simple life-activities, because I do a lot of them. I taught the weaving classes for a bunch of school art teachers a few weeks ago, and at the end of next month, I’ll teach them for the Contemporary Handweavers of Texas. Woo-hoo!
When I dance in my dreams, it’s usually two-stepping, although sometimes it’s Renaissance dance… only in my nightmares is it line dancing. I used to have a button that I’d wear out when I went to two-step… it says, “Line dancing: see what happens when cousins breed.”
I miss my native state of Texas so much some days. I was at drag show in Houston one night that was late getting started. I drifted a few doors down out of boredom. When I opened the door, I saw a sea of gay men dressed in country western dress two stepping the night away. For a girl like me, that was Utopia.
I would love to learn weaving someday, funny as that sounds. I’m bored to death with clay at the moment. I dreamed last week that a moose was in my kitchen stomping all my clay into the floor. Another sugar induced dream, no doubt!