Dream of roses

I am a consistent dreamer. If I were diligent, and wrote them down after waking up, I would probably have enough material for my art to last a lifetime. I was really good about doing this as a teenager, but now I'm useless at it. And as we all know, the day progresses and the memory of the dream fades. Unless it is exceptionally powerful, but those are rare.

I will often return to places (places I don't know in this life) through my dreams. And they are ALWAYS in color. Whoever said that people don't dream in color was delusional.

Last night I had so many dreams, but I can still remember a few now. The one that struck me the most transpired as follows:

I am walking with a large crowd towards what seems like a stage. Perhaps a concert crowd... I am wearing all black and have my Pixies hooded sweatshirt on. As I get nearer to the security gates, I decide the crowd looks amazing and I should be taking photographs of them. I turn around and head back towards my bag, which is situated on a shelf with a group of people elsewhere. I pull out a polaroid camera and leave my medium format, out of the bag, on the shelf. (This is dumb, because anyone could steal it). I proceed back into the sea of people heading inside, and this time there are two security stations to pass through. At the first one I am harassed by a guard, who asks me some questions so fast that I don't understand him. He is pulling at my hooded sweatshirt, and I assume he wants it taken off and put through the Xray machine. But by the time I try to have him repeat what he said, he has rushed me through. At the second gate, it's the same situation, but this time I still can't hear what the guard wants. He is also tugging at my hoodie, which I start to take off, but he stops me.

"What did you say? The last guard asked me too, but I couldn't understand him."
"Wires. Please remove any wires you have."
"Oh. I don't have any wires."
"Ok. You can go then... Wait. What's this?"

I turn around, and see that behind me is a large greenhouse. It's old. It's looks vintage. The frame is painted white, but it's faded dramatically. It's really beautiful. And at first all that seems to be inside is a large glass bell jar with a rose bush inside. The leaves of the flowers are red with yellow linings.

"I'm an artist. I grind rose petals to make my paint. It's nothing dangerous."

I know that this is a lie, and the guard seems apprehensive. I look back again, and start to notice lots of other things inside starting to take form. I realize this is my magical cabinet of things, and that I am a magician of sorts. There are creatures crawling along the walls and ceilings, which slowly appear and disappear. I see four sets of legs in golden pants, that seems half the size of normal legs, and they are scurrying, escaping out of the greenhouse. I start to panic and realize I am in a lot of trouble.

A new dreams starts.

I am in my home (somewhere I've never been), but I'm actually the mother from Six Feet Under. I am walking down a long hall to a cupboard. I am looking for my linens and silverware to set the dining room table. I open a beautiful closet, and it is full of large drawers. I open one, and there are lots of beautiful things inside. I take out a light avocado colored table cloth. The linen is heavy and thick - it is very high quality. I look at the corner and see a beautiful crest with an insignia attached somehow to the cloth. It's round and wooden with an intricate design carved into it. It almost like a wax seal on the back of a letter. I know this is my crest, and that it is magical. I go back to the drawer and see there is a row of beautiful pale red and green glass bottles filled with a clear liquid. They're lying on their side, but somehow nothing spills. I decide these will be the water glasses for dinner and start to pull them out. But the power dies, and there is no light, so I put them down and start down the hall with the tablecloth. I feel my way into the dining room, and start looking for some candles. I hear something faint coming, and it is suddenly very windy inside. There is an incredible bright light that bursts from the hall into the dining room from the doorway. I try to see who or what it is, but the light is just too bright.

And then I woke up.