(9/6/06) judging my art; cracked bathroom wall

(Entered in paper journal at 8:50 PM at home in Brooklyn.)

Dream 1

I "drew" a black and white photograph of goats in a dried-mud depression like an old, very shallow pond with two spire-like soil formations coming up out of it.

I compared my "drawing" with the "photo" (a painting) from which I had drawn it. The "photo," in color, was of a beautiful mountain scene, done as if facing a slope from another slope at a point at which an upturn in the slope was visible and illustrated a lovely depth. There were spire-like land formations in this landscape, too, green like the mountains.

I saw the actual landscape now, as if remembering the land from which I had taken the photograph -- which "was" now an "actual" photograph (in my mind's eye?). I thought to my "drawing" and wondered how I could have been so unskillful as to "draw" what I had drawn.

I ran to a couch and sat facing its back. I compared my "drawing" with a "photo" and realized the "drawing," was of this photo, not the one I had just been looking at.

Dream 2

I was in a bathroom with dirty but bright white walls. I heard a scratching. I turned toward the noise to face a crack in the wall that made a flap. An old pipe seemed to be pushing out the flap. I thought a rat could get in under the flap.