Dream: Painting orcs and girls with the same brush

DREAM 1:

I was at a swim meet, probably from the ninja's description of them. I was supposed to be one of the swimmers, and I thought that it was stupid that they blocked off part of the pool so the laps were very short. I reached from end to end and I could touch them, though I knew my arms stretched a little bit to at least seven feet across. I don’t recall swimming so I might have woken before I was supposed to. I was dressing in front of everyone, and I didn’t have a proper bathing suit. It was some stupid two piece and I somehow was wearing a red shirt beneath it. I looked down and the shirt was poking out of the suit bottom. I shrugged and figured people might just look and roll their eyes as if used to my antics.

DREAM 2:

At first I was in this attic sort of room that had this yellowish glow to it, the way a dimly lit place does. It also seemed that light was coming from below the windows, and that also made the ambiance different. It seemed to be a place full of books and papers, mostly loose papers, and Wonka was walking around, talking and gesturing with his hands a lot about the things he wanted me to do, but I was in a hurry to get to class, so either told him I quit or I had to go.

Then I was in a classroom or a room that looked a lot like a classroom, and there were these little orc figures about the size of run of the mill action figures. It was decided that they should be painted, and one side would be from the desert and one side would be a “sea—no, more like a river basin—salty marshland, yeah.” So each side had to be painted according to it. Someone said “For it is the way of those who die to not know how they are killed.” I might have lifted an eyebrow or something, but I was enjoying mixing the colors for the painting.

I painted one orc in vibrant warm oranges, yellows and reds and decided his metal would be gold, so his armor and helm and whatnot were all gold. He was a rather pretty orc. I stood him up and the teacher or dude in charge (DIC) used another figure to knock it on the floor while he was lecturing or describing the battle. I was about to paint another orc the same way, but I thought that would be stupid and picked the other orc up off the floor. He knocked it down again, so I shrugged and started to mix the colors for the water dwelling orcs.

I started to paint one but someone was standing over my shoulder talking and I wasn’t sure if they were telling me what to paint or if they were telling other people. He said to weave the colors, so I started to paint them like a cross hatch pattern. It seemed as though my brush had three long rubbery strands, so I put each strand in a different color. It made cross hatching much more easy to accomplish, and was more textured than a normal brush stroke would have been.

Somehow I was actually painting a girl who I went to elementary and middle school with. The girl was beginning to get upset with me because if I didn’t paint her correctly, she would be killed even in her own watery realm. She pointed to a smudged spot on her side and said “see, this looks like someone just rubbed a sponge all along it. That’s very noticeable. Blocks of color like that just don’t appear in the marsh!”

I did my best to accommodate everyone’s wishes, but then I realized I was on a bus, and my stop was coming up soon. The girl was getting fidgety and I was busy mixing more colors. I took a stick of Trident gum from my pocket and peeled off the paper. I decided that it would help the paint stick better if it was mixed into a gummy goo. It came to my attention that I had painted her whole turtle shell… turtle shell? Where did THAT come from? Oh well, I did a good job on it anyway. I wanted to camouflage the shell to her body so there wouldn’t be a break in texture. When I looked up from painting again, her turtle shell was surrounded by these semi-spiky balls fastened all along the rim of it. It looked rather cool, and I was pleased.