It's All About Alex
story about a girl ...
“Jeremy, that "screaming guy" … wasn't in the melting clock that's by another artist. I can’t remember his name though ... it’s something Munch ..." I told him.
"Really? I thought he was. Isn't there like a tree behind him with the melting clock on it? Or am I just losing it? He asked looking confused, trying to picture that painting in his head.
"No Jer, he's not and it’s not the melting clock picture. It's called 'Persistence of Memory'. They’re not even from the same time, or the same genre!" I told him as if giving him a lesson in Art History like our teacher does.
"And this is why I sit next to you in that class," he grinned at me. I just laughed.
"Well I wonder what my dream means,"
"Well,” I began to explain, "'The Scream' has been widely interpreted as representing the universal anxiety of modern man. Painted with broad bands of garish colour and highly simplified forms, and employing a high viewpoint, the agonized figure is reduced to a garbed skull in the throes of an emotional crisis. That could mean that you’re emotionally unstable, or at least subconsciously, Dali’s work ... "Persistence of Memory" is basically a classic portrayal of the dream-like interpretation of quite simple objects and shapes distorted or transformed into sometimes unrecognizable forms. It is rich in psychological and philosophical undertones. So basically, you my friend are going mad!" Jeremy looked at me with interest, but I could see his eyes laughing. "What? I'm just telling you what these paintings mean,"
"You sound just like Ms. Hollander," he laughed.
"I'm never helping you in art again!"
"You wouldn’t do something that mean," he rolled his eyes.
"Watch me! Anyways, I just told you what I know, you go and analyze your own dreams, I might be Michelangelo, but I'm no Freud," we laughed together. I caught my reflection in the car window and asked Jeremy if my right check was still red, "No, it’s not as red as it was, I mean it was roaring red, but now it's kind of pink, just looks like you are blushing ... on one side of your face," he giggled. “#2well at least I can put my hair up now, I mean look at this!" I said holding my long brown hair with the tips of my fingers in front of me, making my eyes go crosswise. "It looks good like that," Jeremy commented on the waves that were left in my hair as a result of having in a bun all night. "I look like a mad man," I said tidying the mess on my head into a loose bun and fingering out strand of hair so the bun looks even messier.
"Want to hear my dream?" I asked Jeremy giving myself another glance at a shop window, satisfied with my updo.
"Yeah! I love your dreams!"
"I can’t remember much, but what I do remember is that I was like a badass zombie assassin and I was out killing zombies with a cool gun. It was like in town that was in ruins, it looked pretty ancient actually, but anyways, I was like killing zombies running from room to room of this destroyed house. I ran into one room and killed zombies there, and then I ran into another room and killed what I thought was a zombie, but I somehow knew it wasn't a zombie, but I thought it was," I said looking at Jeremy trying to explain. Jeremy looked interesting in what I had to say, so I went on. "And I shot the thing. It turned out it wasn"t a frickin zombie; it was like a real person. When I figured that out, in my dream I thought "Right, I wont tell anyone that I shot a proper person, no one will know, no one will know it was me that shot this person!" and I just went home. I remember feeling very scared, I felt my heart thumping. I was so scared of getting caught, and wouldn't you know? The police was knocking on my door and were like, "Yeah we’re arresting you on suspicion of murder."" I told Jeremy who looked just as shocked as I was. "Oh Jeremy it wasn't nice. I was so scared of going to jail and being questioned!" I sulked. He burst out laughing, "Oh it was only a dream Alex, you're ok now, unless you're hiding something from me?" he raised his thick eye brows. "'No! It was a dream ... I swear," I hid my face jokingly.
"Really? I thought he was. Isn't there like a tree behind him with the melting clock on it? Or am I just losing it? He asked looking confused, trying to picture that painting in his head.
"No Jer, he's not and it’s not the melting clock picture. It's called 'Persistence of Memory'. They’re not even from the same time, or the same genre!" I told him as if giving him a lesson in Art History like our teacher does.
"And this is why I sit next to you in that class," he grinned at me. I just laughed.
"Well I wonder what my dream means,"
"Well,” I began to explain, "'The Scream' has been widely interpreted as representing the universal anxiety of modern man. Painted with broad bands of garish colour and highly simplified forms, and employing a high viewpoint, the agonized figure is reduced to a garbed skull in the throes of an emotional crisis. That could mean that you’re emotionally unstable, or at least subconsciously, Dali’s work ... "Persistence of Memory" is basically a classic portrayal of the dream-like interpretation of quite simple objects and shapes distorted or transformed into sometimes unrecognizable forms. It is rich in psychological and philosophical undertones. So basically, you my friend are going mad!" Jeremy looked at me with interest, but I could see his eyes laughing. "What? I'm just telling you what these paintings mean,"
"You sound just like Ms. Hollander," he laughed.
"I'm never helping you in art again!"
"You wouldn’t do something that mean," he rolled his eyes.
"Watch me! Anyways, I just told you what I know, you go and analyze your own dreams, I might be Michelangelo, but I'm no Freud," we laughed together. I caught my reflection in the car window and asked Jeremy if my right check was still red, "No, it’s not as red as it was, I mean it was roaring red, but now it's kind of pink, just looks like you are blushing ... on one side of your face," he giggled. “#2well at least I can put my hair up now, I mean look at this!" I said holding my long brown hair with the tips of my fingers in front of me, making my eyes go crosswise. "It looks good like that," Jeremy commented on the waves that were left in my hair as a result of having in a bun all night. "I look like a mad man," I said tidying the mess on my head into a loose bun and fingering out strand of hair so the bun looks even messier.
"Want to hear my dream?" I asked Jeremy giving myself another glance at a shop window, satisfied with my updo.
"Yeah! I love your dreams!"
"I can’t remember much, but what I do remember is that I was like a badass zombie assassin and I was out killing zombies with a cool gun. It was like in town that was in ruins, it looked pretty ancient actually, but anyways, I was like killing zombies running from room to room of this destroyed house. I ran into one room and killed zombies there, and then I ran into another room and killed what I thought was a zombie, but I somehow knew it wasn't a zombie, but I thought it was," I said looking at Jeremy trying to explain. Jeremy looked interesting in what I had to say, so I went on. "And I shot the thing. It turned out it wasn"t a frickin zombie; it was like a real person. When I figured that out, in my dream I thought "Right, I wont tell anyone that I shot a proper person, no one will know, no one will know it was me that shot this person!" and I just went home. I remember feeling very scared, I felt my heart thumping. I was so scared of getting caught, and wouldn't you know? The police was knocking on my door and were like, "Yeah we’re arresting you on suspicion of murder."" I told Jeremy who looked just as shocked as I was. "Oh Jeremy it wasn't nice. I was so scared of going to jail and being questioned!" I sulked. He burst out laughing, "Oh it was only a dream Alex, you're ok now, unless you're hiding something from me?" he raised his thick eye brows. "'No! It was a dream ... I swear," I hid my face jokingly.
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