I dreamt I did an art installation. I had woven perfect cubes and had them hung at various heights by a thread so they looked like they were floating. All different sizes and colors. Woke up and tried to figure out how to make something like that. They were not pieced together. It was all one with no seams.
The next night I dreamt I was vending at a hotel. I do this a lot. Sometimes I do my booth layout in my sleep. At least the carpet was tasteful at this dream hotel. The proportions were all wrong in my dream. Every hotel room was a perfect cube. Ya know, it's one thing to setup in a 10' x 10' EZ up and another to vend indoors with 2 or 3 six ft. long tables. I wonder if that was what was bugging me. We had just been talking about Greek aesthetics and proportion and how much its influenced what we like. My companion had noticed that the Mormon temple in Oregon did not use the Greek proportions and so it looked wrong to her. That still doesn't explain my fixation with cubes.
It was really hot last week. Maybe I was trying to tell myself to make ice cubes?
The next night I dreamt I was vending at a hotel. I do this a lot. Sometimes I do my booth layout in my sleep. At least the carpet was tasteful at this dream hotel. The proportions were all wrong in my dream. Every hotel room was a perfect cube. Ya know, it's one thing to setup in a 10' x 10' EZ up and another to vend indoors with 2 or 3 six ft. long tables. I wonder if that was what was bugging me. We had just been talking about Greek aesthetics and proportion and how much its influenced what we like. My companion had noticed that the Mormon temple in Oregon did not use the Greek proportions and so it looked wrong to her. That still doesn't explain my fixation with cubes.
It was really hot last week. Maybe I was trying to tell myself to make ice cubes?