PROPHETIC DREAM: “What Happened to my Studio?”

“What Happened to my Studio?”                    July 10, 2017 10:AM

I was in a room. It was in a government building, and they wanted me to hang some of my art in the main office. It was very difficult to get into their compound. A fire started in one of the offices. It soon spread to the entire room, and I blacked out. It burned until the entire room was baptized by fire. Everything was burned! The rest of the building was not affected.

Next, I found myself in a reoccurring nightmare I’ve had half a dozen times about my old art studio in Novato, California. Each time I dream of it, similar things are happening. I hadn’t been there in years, and the neighbors don’t remember me, and there is so much work from the neglect that needs to be done, I could never get it finished no matter how fast I worked. I’m also trying to figure out how I can get out of the lease. The studio looks exactly how it did in life except for this time. This time, it was dusk, and would be getting dark in about 40 minutes.

I was looking down on the studio from a loft’s eye view (like in a dream.) The studio was about 30’x70,’ and it was completely wet inside the space. The floor was wet, and the lights were all out. They were hanging lights like the kind you would see in a Holocaust Station. They hung from the ceiling and had loose three-inch metal wires forming a cross-hatch pattern.

My oldest sister Debbie was there. I asked her if there was any electricity, and she said “no.” My dead cat Venus, who actually lived in the real studio not the dream studio, was running around and she was pretty wet. I couldn’t believe she was running around abandoned in this horrible place.

Deb was picking up one of my cheap stereo systems–the kind that has all the components fused together like it came from a Mexican Weekend Swap-meet. She was complaining about it, so I told her that she could throw it out in the trash out back. Meanwhile, Venus was running around the studio like a wild feral cat. Poor thing. She pushed her way through an opening in a roll-up door, and she went outside to urinate. I thought that she would escape, but although the cinder block wall that surrounded a bunch of junk was only two-feet high. She was too weak to jump it to escape.

I was so overwhelmed by the state of the shop and my newly resurrected cat running around in the soaking wet, I did not know what to do. I ended up doing what I do in all of my prophetic dreams that present a hopeless situation, I reside myself to the despair of the moment.

Deb did manage to grab Venus, and the cat would be rescued, but as for the studio (which represents Earth,) I gave up and I give up. Searching for hope in a hopeless situation is pointless. Let’s accept our fates in this place of despair.