Sweet Dreams

I had a dream the other night about painting the backdrops for the musical my school is putting on, Phantom of the Opera. I was talking to my art teacher in the drawing room. We were standing by one of the cluttered example tables full of things being made by the jewelry class as well as cute little monsters that I had seen the Intro students doing the other day.

For some reason it was a Wednesday but we didn’t have mandatory school classes because there were so many field trips that the school couldn’t afford to hire that many chaperons or substitutes (My school is over 26 thousand dollars in debt because the state owes us so much money. Seriously it’s been on the news and everything.)

She told me that after I had left last night she had finished drawing the scene that was going to be used for as the phantom’s “lair” if you will. I was surprised but she told me that since it wasn’t a mandatory class day she was going to take the time to start painting the backdrops.

Agreeing to help today she pulled an apron out for me since I was wearing a white shirt and overalls (I never wear overalls. . only at home when I’m working on a painting project). The apron she gave me was blue, you could tell, but they were so caked with white paint that they were completely stiff. The apron was also too long so I tied the strings behind my neck tighter but it caused the front to be touching my throat.

Suddenly I was standing in, as what I know in the waking world to be a very crowded and cluttered, ceramics room.  The room was completely empty except for a table and a box stool, which were both covered by the single sheet that covered the entire floor of this massive room. The walls were completely draped in all of the different back drops we had been working on, about 8 in total. (In case anyone doesn’t know that’s a LOT of work for a high school musical . . the director is just insane and likes to ask too much of people) So the room is completely white.

Walking further into the room I see one of the other talented painters from class opening the paint, also dressed in an apron. I see a few other nameless faces before my eyes land on my freshman buddy, the one I was assigned at the beginning of senior year to show around and make comfortable. She was sitting on one of the box stools swinging her legs and smiling as she waved frantically to me. I smiled back and made her laugh by swinging my stiff apron back and forth, letting the bottom of it hit my shins and my calves.

My teacher was besides me again and she said, “You know if you were wearing a shirt you didn’t care about we could all take off our aprons and we wouldn’t have to be so careful.” She gave me a meaningful look and immediately I knew she was talking about how we could fling paint and have fun if we wanted to.

Looking down I pulled the neck of my rapid appearing sweatshirt out so I could see what shirt I was wearing underneath. It was one that hung off of my shoulders with a blue flower in the center. (I do not own anything like that in real life.) I shrugged my shoulders and gave her a meh.

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And suddenly the dream was over.

At my school we really are doing Phantom of the Opera as the musical but we haven’t even bought the cloth we are going to use as backdrops yet. We have talked about starting over spring break though so that will be fun.

Sorry I haven’t updated in so long, truthfully I had forgotten that I’d had this tumblr until I suddenly had a barrage of followers, thank you by-the-by!

This is a dream I had two nights ago and I will try to think of a couple other that I had before I so sadly forgot to update.