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DREAM
I'm traveling in a car with two middle aged men who want to run for my city council's "Representative for the Arts." One of them is a film and theater director from California. I see snippets of his plays and films, and those are quite good. Another one of them is some other out of towner. I'm not really sure exactly what he does. Maybe something like plein air painting. I only see little snippets. And then I find out that my old creative writing teacher is also running.
She's clearly not marketing herself as well as the other two, so I wonder if she really wants the position. I didn't take this election seriously until I saw her name, so I start looking into it. Apparently, it's some city-appointed guide for all the city's arts for a year. They help put on arts events. I imagine her visual art, and her writing, and the plays she would put on, and it sounds really, really interesting. I wonder if it would have an impact! I'm excited for the possibilities and plan to vote for her.
Then, I see Bruce Wayne having lunch with the Joker. Then Bruce Wayne turns into a sad Joker, and drops cubic zirconiums onto the ground before leaving early. Harley Quinn scrambles to pick them up. I pick up some of the ones at my feet, and they don't even look like cubic zirconium. They look like plastic.
INTERPRETATION
I added some professors' self-published books to my Amazon wishlist as I was taking their classes, and I scrolled past them recently. I guess I really want my creative writing teacher to "win" with her creative work--to have an impact. I didn't think her book was marketed as well as the other teacher's, but I felt for her. I wanted people to buy from her--to "vote" for her.
I feel as though the Batman part of the dream kind of relates to how my surroundings are a mess. Stuff is just... everywhere, and their disorganization just makes them feel like junk.
