From: agwing@picasso.ocis.temple.edu (Andrew Wing)
Newsgroups: alt.dreams
Subject: Dream Sequence 'The Museum'
Date: 6 Jan 93 19:03:59 GMT
Organization: Temple University
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DREAM SEQUENCE - The Museum.

        I am standing at the top of a hill in the roadway.  The hill
     is steep and to my left is a Greek orthodox church with a
     museum attached to its front.  Its Sunday... the church is
     deserted and the museum is closed.  I see a woman standing
     at the entrance of the museum.  In order to gain her favor I
     break into the museum.  The lobby in front of the museum is
     a small greenhouse, lit only by the gray light from the
     cloudy sky above.  The greenhouse is full of withered plants
     resting in pale nutrient starved soil.  We enter the museum
     itself.  It is dark inside but she seems enthralled with the
     artifacts none the less.  The museum has been layed out in
     an auditorium that follows the steep contours of the hill on
     which the church rests.  Various pieces of artwork,
     sculpture and pottery are displayed on the chairs of the
     auditorium.  In the orchestra pit are two large display
     cases made of opaque glass, their contents hidden.  A
     maintenance man enters the room... we are discovered!  The
     woman ducks behind the inner doorway.  Instead of hiding
     myself I flip on a nearby switch and both display cases are
     illuminated with flourescent light.  I ask the man what the
     museums hours are.  He replies simply that the museum is
     closed today and exits the room.  I turn to the woman to
     tell her that its safe to come out and in doing so I knock
     over one of the glass vases, however it doesn't break.
     Instead it spills a small amount of water.  The puddle
     evaporates quickly leaving a white stain on the planking of
     the auditorium floor.  This is the museums most prized
     exhibit.  Each piece of wood is made of a different species
     of rare tree.  Some of the planks are from trees that take
     4000 years to reach maturity.  The plank with the white
     water stain is from a species of tree that is now extinct.
     It is ruined.  The next day I see a letter from the woman in
     the local paper apologizing for the damage to the rare
     wooden plank in the museum.  In a mad fit of turbocharged
     guilt I send the museum a check for $100,000.

                The following week when I visit the museum it has been
     changed into a movie theatre, the church is now a curtain
     store.  Both are now at the end of a shopping mall which
     rests on the top of the hill.  As I get in line at the movie
     theatre, a figure in the entranceway of the curtain store
     beckons me.  I enter through a mass of hanging curtains and
     the figure then shows me and several others a back way to
     the theatre balcony.  As we sit down, the usher spots us and
     is determined to either make us pay or throw us out.  We
     make a mad dash for the side exit, out into a corridor lit
     by yellow bug lamps and connected to a steel catwalk
     stairway.  We descend the stairway and run out the back door
     with the enraged usher falling behind.  All the cars in the
     upper parking lot are now in the lower parking lot.  Each
     one of us steals a car and makes a clean getaway.

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