Dream a Little Dream, Part Deux

As I mentioned about a year ago with Part One of this post, my dreams have been exceptionally vivid lately. Unlike my prior installment though, sadly no, I have not had additional dreams about kissing Lapo Elkann or anyone else on the Vanity Fair Best-Dressed List. Le sigh. Rather than this kind of thing going on my current dreams have had to do with bright colors in the oddest places. Where most people dream in black and white (supposedly), I definitely dream in technicolor - like, Jack Cardiff is the cinematographer-technicolor.

The odd thing about this is that the color I remember most from my dreams is blue. Objects pop up that are the deepest, lushest, most electric cobalt blue! The first thing was a gorgeous little owl I dreamt about ages ago. He was my pet; soft and cuddly, and dressed in the most gorgeous blue feathers. I never knew quite what to make of a dream wherein I had a pet owl (1) or one that was so blue (2) and utterly sweet (3). I still think about this from time to time.

Most recently, I've had dreams about shoes. I know, right? I am literally dreaming about shoes. The first shoes are the classic tango-dancing t-strap shoes. These are really what I remember from an overall dream where I was dancing the tango backwards through a bookstore. It sort of felt like that magical scene from The Tango Lesson when Sally Potter dances with three different men to Astor Piazzola's Libertango. But mine was much more confusing and challenging. Instead of feeling light, quick, and in control, I felt like I was in everyone's way and totally out of my element. Not unlike the famous allusion to Delacroix's Jacob Wrestling the Angel in Potter's film.

So much for my life-long desire to learn the tango - this dream may have put me off. (Interestingly enough, I found that Delacroix painted his famous fresco in St. Sulpice at a point in his life when he was struggling with his career. The motif was an allegory for his own struggles as one of France's great painters. Hmmm.)

Then, quite soon after the tango dream I dreamt I was shopping in a thrift store. It was completely packed and crowded with things - so much so that there was hardly any light to see what was there, let alone to see what colors they were. Everything looked black, gray, or olive green. I was between two racks stuffed with sweaters when I bent down to look through a box that was overflowing with things. It was your typical thrift-store box of weird cast-off clothes that no one wants, but for some reason I was compelled to keep digging through it (which I would definitely NOT do if I were conscious). Suddenly, bubbling to the surface of all the drab washed-out knitwear were a pair of these shoes:

I shit you not.

In the middle of my dream I realized that I had just found a pair of blue crocodile Vivienne Westwood platform ghillies from the epic "Anglomania" runway show in 1993. The very shoes that famously made Naomi Campbell fall on her can. And now, they were mine. At least I was conscious enough to realize that this thrift-store find was the fashion equivalent to the proverbial Van Gogh in a long-forgotten attic.

According to one of the dream dictionaries I've consulted, finding shoes "suggests you have regained your foothold on life. You are back on the right path again." Well now. And in high style too!

Images: internet searches, V&A Museum, & RoundDancing.net.