11.06.09

In my dream, i am at work. Our office is sort of like the now-vacant office space behind our real-life offices ((where my desk used to be before we contracted and moved back into the little cramped rooms where we all get sick from breathing each other's snot)), except it's clean and well-lit, with clean new beige carpet ((minus the black stains and two decades worth of crud that the existing carpet has)) and polished wood trim on the doors. My boss has given me this huge, maybe four-feet-square Roxy Music oil painting, which is sort of a double canvas and is painted front and back. It appears to be a painting of an album cover. Unfortunately, it is not the album cover with the girls in panties holding their boobs. It is some whitey-minty-greeny background with "Roxy Music" painted in Franklin Gothic Heavy a little right and below of center, and then some painterly greenish-whitish brush strokes and some other text and some lines scattered here and there across the front. Kinda minimalist. I forget what's on the back, but i think it was a bunch of song titles. I decide that i am gonna make this painting into a Rev. Nørb painting instead, so i sit on the floor with a bunch of paper and some tape and markers and things and begin to cover up all the Roxy Music stuff. I run thick strips of shiny green tape across an angled line of Roxy Music text, obscuring it completely, and giving the painting the feel of the whole "God Save The Queen" Sex Pistols thing, where the queen's eyes and mouth get censored by the overlying text, or something. It is almost noon, and i realize that i've been working on this non-related project for almost two hours, so i better get to work, but maybe only after lunch.

Then i woke up.