Art and cigarettes

Date: 5/11/2017

By Beatrice Wielich

So I was in this strange place. We were hanging out with my art teacher. This dream was particularly complex but I remember two things. The first is that the teacher was testing us while we were sitting on some benches in a dark alley. I remember I didn't know the answer, but she wasn't asking me. And I started staring at her right into her eyes. She says "what do you expect me to do?" I told her "I don't know the answers, but I am not afraid to look into your eyes". The second part of the dream someone, an adult that I know, recommended me a kind of cigarette giving me a pack with some of them in it. They were red, of the same brand as mine. I didn't get to taste them though.