Dream

I put a cushioned chair outside for my family to take off their shoes.  I put it back in.  Someone came over.  I saw a police at my window the 2nd time with like some bugs and stuff around.  Then, a young girl police was in my house.  I felt sorry for my brother, like psychiatrically, and we went to my parents's bedroom.  My mom had a ballerina thing on her side, which wasn't very appealing, and on my dad's side was a very cute reddish honey kitty with a sash or something, bandanna?  Supposedly, he wanted to do soccer instead of martial arts and maybe baseball.  I asked the girl if she'd do ballet.  It was ya no I guess.  She said for me it was the same thing.  I did gymnastics and then ballet when I was young.  So we were going along.  I was "going back" to like a mental hospital, like I'd dreamed off and saw people from before.  It reminded me of the dream with all the black people in the more warehouse place that was dark.  So, I was exchanging information with a gir I knew, and he address book was like mine, mine having a squirrel sticker since I was 10.  Hers had other things.  Mine really does.  I just looked at it and texted my mom for my brother's cell #.   Oh, before, I was experiencing how to call people and thought of Ellen DeGeneres.  So, then I was going along a hall, well, rooms of art.  I kept saying names of artists from a class I took early, Art Appreciation.  For some reason, I said them before each room and then someone I knew said them.  I didn't really know but said, "You're an old art teacher."  Well, that was the only college art class I took.  I was going into my 3rd year.  She was with another lady.  She had kinda squeaky voice.  I got an A.  A strong A.  Maybe just 1 non-100.  So, maybe I wasn't at the mental hospital.  It got ticked into me that it was a dream, and things changed.  Someone flew off wanting me out and free to create art, laughing at what other people did to make art seem funny, riding out on like a pink flying cartoon that had shape-shifted.  It was like a big tall being.  Someone was with me looking out.