Dreams

I love dreams, the incongruity, objects and situations juxtaposed in bizarre ways. Unexpected improbability, illogical situations.
Last week I dreamed that I was exiting some official looking building in an unfamiliar city and noticed what appeared to be a homeless man lounging in the street and using the curb as a pillow. But he seemed content and had next to him a mother cat, and her kittens were sprawled on and playing about him. He looked exactly like John Cleese (but in a raggedy outfit). I approached him and started to say, 'are you....'. He interrupted me with a smile and said, 'I know, everyone mistakes me for John Cleese'. Then I crouched down next to him and played with the kittens for a while. Next thing I knew I was holding either a newspaper or a bulletin of some sort and the headline was something like 'Jaimie W. rescues her 7th John Cleese look-alike vagabond this week!' In the dream there was no 'rescue' that I could recall.
Then I woke up.
Well who knows where this came from. I never think about John Cleese and I certainly have no desire to see my name in headlines.

I just find it so interesting where the subconscious may take us when we sleep.
I had no hope of adequately illustrating that dream and doing it justice so I'm submitting a collage that somewhat demonstrates my sense of dreams. Things that one would not see in waking life, but may appear perfectly normal while asleep, like an okapi standing next to a Wurlitzer jukebox.

The Okapi and palm tree are from a copper etching print I did some years ago. The jukebox was drawn with water soluble colored pencils.