Saturday, February 09, 2008
DREAM FIVE - Things get out of control
I'm in a sort of minder relationship with a childlike, if not mentally retarded man. Most of the time I'm trying to prevent him escaping. When he does break out, I'm chasing after him, hoping to prevent him perpetrating some mad atrocity of some kind. On one occasion he gets out yet again, with an open tin of white paint and a brush in his hand, and is found dramatically slapping the paint over everything in sight. Paint blobs are splashing and flying everywhere. The dream ends when white specks of emulsion paint land on me, and spoil my new black shirt.