Water flooding Jan’s class – I’m in a large classroom with a bunch of students. There’s a lot of water really close by and the weather’s pretty wet. I’m barefoot and my sandals are close by and I’m at a table with my backpack. Jan’s teaching something but everyone’s distracted by the water. Suddenly, the water moves beyond the threshold that was preventing it from entering the classroom, and it completely floods the floor. I was noticing my sandals more than my backpack which isn’t good because I then realize that my backpack is partly in the water and my sketchbooks and other books are in the backpack. I pull them out but it’s too late; they’ve gotten wet. I start opening them and I need to drive them quickly. I have my art blow dryer in the backpack and Jan has it in her hand. I take it from her, not sure if she was intending on using it somewhere else but it is mine and I do need it right now, so I start using it.

Concern

Say It – song on the bus. I’m on a large bus sitting in a seat near the window. I have a notebook open in my hand. The two people in front of me are discussing a song. A girl was singing it people liked it called “Say It.” I think it’s by someone named OG Crush. I’m looking him up on the internet and there’s something scholastic about him like he’s affiliated with a university like Columbia. The girl singing it is one thing, but the two in front of me want to work it out into a fun song for a group. I’m listening to the song and there are some complications with it because it changes meter and relies on instrumentation to move thru changes in the song that if you tried to do acapela, it would sound weird. I’m thinking about how I could put it on guitar or drum. I’m waiting to see if they’re going to ask me to arrange it.

Wondering about creativity

Bus stop – Shamanic teacher and my djembe. The bus we’re on stops at a market of some sort. We’re heading up a long drive into the mountains to see a shaman I think. As I’m exiting the bus, there’s a large floor panel that’s missing and one of the passengers who reminds me of James from ICG is standing in water. He didn’t walk around the opening. I comment that he missed the way around the opening. I walk into the marketplace like in Peru. There are lots of things to buy, food to eat, etc. I skip all that and walk into a room where there’s this very androgynous woman talking about shamanism. I have my djembe with me and I sit down in the only chair. I’m lightly testing the skin because I’ve had it replaced and it sounds a little flat. I’m listening to “Say It” in my head and wondering if djembe is that way to go. When she gets done talking, her curiosity is drawn toward me and she starts talking to me. It turns out that she’s going to be teaching a shamanism course at the university. I’m thinking that it would be really interesting to study shamanism from a more academic point of view and I’m curious what she’s going to teach. She looks like Rob Lowe, but female. I wonder what her background is, who she’s studied with and what she’s experienced. I haven’t told her that I teach but there seems to be some connection between us and I want to know her and it’s obvious that she wants to know me.

Curiosity