I have been having some pretty vivid dreams again. Most of them are scary and involve me dying or running from something. But last night's dream broke that streak for once...
I was back at OBU, in the art building. I was in a painting class and was surrounded by all these projects that I was working on. It felt so good to be painting again, and everything was joyous and wonderful. Then, two of my professors came in a took all my paintings and my supplies out of the room and threw them in the hallway. They said they had to make way for newer students and that I wasn't allowed to paint anymore. So me and this other girl who had been kicked out tried to go to another room, but that room was full too. And for every room we entered, more and more people were in there setting up, and our professors followed us along telling us we weren't allowed to paint anymore.
Then this thought came over me...I kept thinking about how nothing was going for me in life and that all I had left was the work I had already finished, and I wasn't allowed to create anymore. And I kept thinking, if I'm not allowed to paint, I might as well die.
And then I woke up. It was very creepy in my head, and I don't quite know what it means. I haven't painted in months anyways, so who knows. But that was my dream....
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