So I finally dreamed of my latest person of some fame.
In the dream, we met because somehow we were both signed up for the same art course, which ran classes at different times but featured an art show at the end that combined all classes. We set up for the show right next to each other and talked. I admitted that I hadn’t made some of my art myself, that the teacher had for some reason given us the option to pay others to do some of it. (What kind of art class was this?) Then I turned to him and asked “Is art real?” And he laughed a little and gave me a smile, then kissed the top of my head. In that moment I knew we were friends and that I could trust him. So I said “I love you” because that’s just how I feel about my really close friends. I knew I’d be understood. Then I woke up.
The world is weird. The chances of meeting this person are not zero.
Then again yeah they are, I’m ridiculous. So what does it mean? I like connecting. I want the opportunity to be close to someone I find who is like me. Is he like me? Probably not. Not very many people are. Is that ok? Well it’s ok for now.
Should I have this conversation with someone though? Is art real?