day 27: wherein i relate last night’s dream like a short work of fiction
It was the first day of college. Betsy walked into her new dorm room. This will be my home for the next few years, she thought. There were two bunk beds and a separate, queen-sized bed. All the beds were covered with worn-looking (but not unattractive) comforters, pillows and linens. Although she was aware she was sharing the room with only one other person (her old friend Marnie), she found that Marnie had claimed all the beds as her own. There were small objects under the pillows, filling the beds.
Where am I going to sleep?
Marnie walked in to the small dorm room, anxious to talk about her new art class. She was given an assignment: decorate an egg, then photograph someone holding that egg.
Marnie had hardboiled and peeled an egg, and somehow burned or printed a beautiful, intricate black and white design on the pliable white surface. The picture seemed to glow around the edges — was it moving? Was it a movie? Betsy was entranced, and a little jealous of Marnie’s wondrous object.
Marnie handed the egg to Betsy. Hold still, she murmured, as she focused a camera on Betsy, who cradled the egg close to her face. Betsy stared at the camera intently as Marnie took her shot.
End
Betsy was played by Becky. Marnie was played by Becky’s friend MM (yes, you, the one in San Francsico). I have provided links of websites, images, or ideas that passed through my brain last night that may have influenced the plot of this dream.