Career Change?

Date: 10/23/2016

So I remember being at this pool place with a bunch of off-brand cereal mascots. My family was there too, and my older sister and I were trying to get away from our obnoxious little cousins, running along the small tile bridges across the water. Eventually we found the adult pool, which was a little secluded but still in area of the other pool, with a larger tile area around it so people could sit or lay between the two pools and stay dry. Everything after that is blurry, but I remember having to go out to the car then across to this small downtown area to apparently find a job. I got to this mail place and followed these two girls in, then lingered by the door to look at the place. It looked like a cross between a warehouse and a small aircraft hangar with a long counter along one side of the building. Other than that it was entirely empty, and well air conditioned. Still by the door, I looked back out at the plaque on the wall outside. Apparently this was a women's workplace, so I backed out and decided to walk further. I eventually came across this kinda older place, which resembled the backstage area of a very large theatre. The rooms all shared a ceiling, separated by decent walls. One door said "painting - art" so I stood there awhile and considered it. This other guy passed by me and he approached another door. "Ah, oh, paleontology. Right then." Then went PAST the door that he was apparently looking for. Then I went into the room I chose and two or three people were in there. The instructor, giving a girl hands-on help. So I walked near them and decided to browse through the folders and drawers of other students' work to wait until they were done. "Oh, hi there," the instructor turned to me. He had styled black hair and slight facial hair, with very lightly tanned skin and black glasses. I think he also wore a pinstripe suit jacket and jeans. Next thing I know I'm trying to paint a woman from the side on a small piece of watercolour paper. Gave up on that, tried to do a cornstalk sprout. He then discussed how apparently hipsters "Like to take the yellow out of their passenger seat," he said, making a flicking motion with his hand. I suppose this meant they had little regards for different shades of yellow? He seemed to be disgruntled by this fact as he continued to guide me on the painting. That's all I remember on this dream, hopefully I can recall more from my dreams the more I record them like this.