tales from an ordinary world

2001-11-14

dream : i'm in a field, but it's next to some art gallery place. it's full of nude people doing exercises - bending, forming various shapes and poses, etc. it's "art", apparently. a man bending over, almost like an arch, marks "a question" ("the question" ?), as indicated by some glossy flyer i saw back in the gallery. but i don't actually remember coming out here.

i'm in the field. nude people moving past me, etc.
i notice that i'm clothed.
and that i don't understand this "language".
all of this means that i probably don't belong here.

keeping my eyes to the ground, i make my way to the exit...