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Thursday, March 02, 2006

Dream One

This is a picture of the first dream I ever remember remembering. It was drawn on the back of the August 6 page from an old Get Fuzzy desk calendar. (I'm running out of pages. I need to get another desk calendar.) I started this with a number 2 pencil. Eek! It's becoming a habit! Then I inked over it with my gel roller, (I love my gel roller!) and of course finished by coloring it in Photoshop.

I had just turned four when I had this dream. I can't believe I still remember it. In the dream five brightly colored giraffes were standing around an oasis taking turns drinking. My family was living in Springfield and it was the sixties so who knows what I inhaled before going to bed that night.

I was so excited about the dream; I couldn't wait to go to bed the next night so I could dream about the giraffes again. The next few nights when I went to bed I would force myself to think about them as I was falling asleep. I never did dream about the giraffes again but I can still remember the dream vividly.

Do you remember any of your dreams from childhood? Do you love me?


  • Hi Loves-
    I just wanted to apologize for not being around much this week. It turned out to be another busy week for me. (sigh) I'll try to catch up this weekend. :-)

    By Blogger The Unknown, at 16:00  

  • Love the squares that the giraffes have!

    By Blogger Andrea, at 17:27  

  • Childhood dreams...hmmmm...something about me on a bed and flying up to greet the moon. I, too, am a product of the sixties.

    I love your giraffes...and I love you. :)

    By Blogger Brian the Mennonite, at 18:45  

  • I'm still dreeeeeaaammmminggggg Love ....

    By Blogger Anonymous, at 19:04  

  • When I was a kid (in the sixties), in the ceiling of my grandmothers' bathroom,over the shower, was the little access opening to the attic.For some reason, there was never a cover over it. When you took a shower, you could see up into the creepy blackness. My Dad always told my brother and me that Soap Sally lived up there.I pictured an old deathly pale hag with zombie eyes and soapy hair. Needless to say, showers were quick. I think I had quite a few dreams about Soap Sally.(...oh,my Dad really is a very sweet man!)

    By Blogger Janet, at 20:00  


    By Blogger Anonymous, at 22:38  

  • I remember dreaming of a wonderful bowl of fruit and realising that I was about to wake up I put some under my pillow... but was very disappointed to find that they were not there....

    love your giraffes... shame you didn't manage to get back into the dream, as a child I could do that quite often... do you still try? (not necessarily with giraffes...;-)

    love you

    love your giraffes

    By Blogger Caroline, at 02:30  

  • I do remember dreaming of Deborah Harry Dreaming:

    When I met you in the restaurant
    You could tell I was no debutante
    You asked me what's my pleasure
    A movie or a measure?
    I'll have a cup of tea and tell you of my dreaming
    Dreaming is free
    I don't want to live on charity
    Pleasure's real or is it fantasy?
    Reel to reel is living rarity
    People stop and stare at me We just walk on by - we just keep on dreaming
    Feet feet, walking a two mile
    Meet meet, meet me at the turnstile
    I never met him, I'll never forget him

    Dream dream, even for a little while
    Dream dream, filling up an idle hour
    Fade away, radiate

    I sit by and watch the river flow
    I sit by and watch the traffic go
    Imagine something of your very own
    Something you can have and hold

    I'd build a road in gold just to have some dreaming
    Dreaming is free
    Dreaming is free
    Dreaming is free


    PS Because the spots are squares is this a move to Cubism?

    By Anonymous Detlef, at 03:27  

  • That blue guy looks like he is having some bonus fun on whatever drug you gave them. And on the love - yes. :)

    By Anonymous elsa, at 06:24  

  • You inspired this:

    By Blogger Caroline, at 08:05  

  • Love!

    By Blogger Caroline, at 09:11  

  • I rarely remember my dreams...hardly ever in fact..the giraffes are great, hope you get some time to yourself soon :)
    Love, love and more love XXXOOO

    By Blogger Lee, at 09:28  

  • You can have a good laugh with a snazzy giraffe. And a rip-roaring party with five of them!

    Earliest dream: I was being attacked by a lion and/or a tiger, but I suddenly realised that I was a turtle, and that I was safe and sound in my turtle shell. (Good thing some turtle soup lovers didn't enter the dream)

    My word verifier is HWOOF! Which has got to be giraffian for LOVE!

    By Blogger johnnynorms, at 16:40  

  • They are too nice to be in a badart blog... I WANT ONE OF THOSE GIRAFFES! Please?

    By Blogger merlinprincesse, at 23:12  

  • Awwww . . . this is so cute and sweet, I love it! Mary :-)

    By Blogger Mary Stebbins Taitt, at 07:20  

  • big a: Thanks. I tried circles first and I didn't like the way it looked.

    brian the mennonite: Ha! Thanks!

    anonymous: Sweet dreams Love!

    janet: HA! My dad used to tell us scary things too.

    Hellcat: BAD KITTY!

    caroline: Mmm... fruit.
    I am a very vivid dreamer. I used to do a lot of "dream work", for lack of a better term, I'm actually pretty good at directing my dreams. I'm sure it's due to trying to focus my dreams at a young age. Not so much lately though. I've been stressed out and focused on other things.

    detlef: I have dreamed of Deborah Harry once or twice myself. I loved her in Videodrome. Remember her song "French Kissing in the USA"? The first few times I heard that song I thought it was a really long ad for some restaurant. I thought they were singing Best Chicken in the USA. :-)

    elsa: It must have been in the water.

    caroline: Wee Hee! Cool!

    lee: Thanks! Me too.

    johnnynorms: Ha! Scary.
    I used to have a reoccurring dream about being attacked by bigfoot. There is a story and picture about it somewhere in my archives.

    merlinprincesse: Thanks. I will send you a giraffe in a dream. :-)

    taittems: (blush) Thanks.

    By Blogger The Unknown, at 10:42  

  • Love the Bushfly! ha!

    Since I have trouble remembering what I had for breakfast this morning...remembering the details of a childhood dream is out of the question...but I vaguely remember something to do with a peacocks on my swingset.
    love. :)

    By Blogger Deb, at 13:53  

  • deb: Thanks. What a colorful dream you had too.

    By Blogger The Unknown, at 14:36  

  • I think you must have been in SouthPark's Springfield!! (Which Springfield was it?)
    I remember a dream of LOTS of yellow and red trains (I think they were the California Super Chief's) slithering over and under each other like a pile of night crawlers. It was scary, and I was unable to untangle them or make sense of it. Actually, that's pretty much how my childhood was.

    Glad you liked my insects! I like your bad art button, too. I think I'll take the cat one and put it on my side bar, OK?

    By Blogger Knitting Painter Woman, at 16:24  

  • of course i love you, you comment on my illustrations poor as they may be. LOVE Zoe

    By Blogger a nice day out, at 17:50  

  • I love your giraffes!

    I used to dream that I could fly.

    By Blogger D. Maria, at 20:07  

  • sultry painterwoman: Springfield like in the Simpsons.
    Interesting dream. My childhood was nothing like happy giraffes.
    Yes, yes! Please do paste a button! :-)

    a nice day out: Wee Hee! Thanks! :-)

    d. maria: Thanks Love. I still dream I can fly.

    By Blogger The Unknown, at 23:02  

  • the spawn of satan does not dream, she gives nightmares... what was the first nightmare you ever had... i was there... i might give you a bad dream about stones... hehe <3

    By Blogger RedT0pMedusa, at 01:22  

  • redt0pmedusa: Bah! I don't have nightmares. You don't scare me boogey woman!

    By Blogger The Unknown, at 11:43  

  • Those Guys ROCK


    By Blogger Si-Guy, at 13:45  

  • simon peng: Ha, thanks.

    By Blogger The Unknown, at 14:26  

  • I remember my earliest childhood dream. There were giraffes in it, psychedelic giraffes from some strange veldt.
    And they were all gathered round asking me for ...

    By Anonymous A Creative Journey, at 18:54  

  • a creative journey: Ha. We had the same dream. Maybe it was all part of some government mind control project. That would explain the micro-chip in my ear.

    By Blogger The Unknown, at 22:43  

  • Freud had enough problems working out just one giraffe - five is a real worry! Nice pic though!

    Your avatar is looking increasingly unwell.

    By Blogger Ian T., at 14:38  

  • ian t: Ha! :-)

    By Blogger The Unknown, at 15:27  

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