Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 11/13/2018
By Yurilolita
I dreamt that I was in charge of planning and helping design an art installation created by the very famous Japanese artist and architect. I was hired to oversee the building and construction of the art piece inside of the Met, as his collection was to be viewed in several months. They didn't make too much sense to me, except from the sheer magnitude of his work. One of his pieces consisted of steel beams the size of a room in a canted straight line. Another was a hexagonal 3 dimentional shape that had to be built inside of the Museum. It reminded me of a 20 sided die. He would walk along the construction site with his lovely translator, and talk on about abstraction and philosophical viewpoints on the Power of Perfection, and Human's achievements, but I didn't really understand. Finally it was the big day of negotiating sales, and driving it home with the financial team who put this project together. We all gathered at the construction site. "Don't mess this up for us," one of the financial directors ordered. I chuckled, and shrugged it off until the artist met us on the site and greeted us warmly. As I tried to search for words, I froze up and couldn't move or speak. I was frozen in fear. "Are, are you ok? Is there something the matter?" "There's something wrong.." One called out my name, and reached out to touch me. I woke up in a flurry, tired and confused. I was almost as tired as I was before sleeping if not more. As I reached for my glass of water, disoriented, I blacked out. I came to in the meeting. "Are you doing alright?" "Me??...um Yes, sorry for the scare, I must've spaced out a little. And now, I would like to turn your attention to our lovely Chairman, who has some words to say about the design and creation of this project." "Yes, thank you for the introduction. This project was a work of love. Over the past 2 years, our team has........." I woke up again on my couch. Water. I need water. I stumbled to the fridge half falling, chugging down two bottles. I sat down and black out before I even hit the pillow. "Ahem." Someone whispers my name. "Hey that's your cue to start talking!" "Huh? What should I say? I don't even-" I woke up, only this time more delirious. I grabbed whatever remnants of an ice pack and a bottle of water was left to stay awake. Just stay awake. Awake, nothing else mattered. As I blacked out, I saw visions being compressed into colors and hues. It was a swirl of color, like a Van Gough. "Are you ok? Do you need some time?" The artist asked carefully in English, through the haze. For four hours I couldn't stay awake, yet I could not keep asleep, and was violently torn between the two, until I was able to wake up extremely nauseous. ------------------------------------------ UPDATE: ------------------------------------------ Since I knew the artist's name in the dream, I decided to search his name in google for fun. For the purposes of safety and respect, I have kept the name of the artist, I have kept his name anonymous for this dream journal. As I clicked search, I turned practically white. It was him. The first result on my screen- was him. Now, there are millions of people with this name. Many of different people who could have been the first result. But the first result- was an artist- who worked on large art instillation pieces. As I looked through his work, in shock, the pieces he made previously looked similar to his style of work, but none of them were the ones I saw in my dreams. But what chilled me the most is that his face was exactly the same in my dream. He had long quaffed hair, and a wide face. And as I listened to him speak about his latest piece, his voice was the same. But the thing is: I have never seen or met, or even heard of this man. I have never seen any of his artwork before, or even heard it brought up in a conversation. I had never seen him mentioned in any magazine or news article before- and yet he stood out so vividly in my mind. His words, his art, his opinions- they were all there. I'm not sure what to do about this, but I might reach out to him for advise in the future. Stay tuned.