Last night I dreamt I was doing a performance that involved walking around in chunky platform high heel shoes (like those stripper ones with the clear plastic heel) but the heels were made of a cages, and inside each cage was a tiny monkey eating acorns (like a squirrel?)...
I guess I must have made the shoes myself because, typical of my art, the cages started buckling under my weight. I was a little worried about the monkeys getting crushed but I kept walking around...
The cages broke, and the monkeys escaped into my bedroom. I half-heartedly looked for them knowing they were so small I’d never be able to find them. I was thinking maybe it was ok if they just lived with me in my room, until a man from the audience said they made OK pets but they really attracted cockroaches (I’m cockroach-phobic)... slowly it dawned on me that the ‘acorns’ I thought they were eating earlier were actually cockroaches and I woke up immediately and started searching under my bed for the monkeys...
aaargh... a little art-anxious?
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