“Clever Girl”

The younger woman led me through halls of her part of the compound mansion.

Workmen were adding new aspects, which seemed like technology advancement.

Descending levels by smoothly-designed trap doors into brightly lit catacombs, I could see how the child version of her would have thrived in such a functional paradise.

When she brought me to the corridor where she could paint on, then erase the walls, she left me for a few moments to create my own presentation.

I felt this whole tour and introduction to how she had grown up was some kind of a test of my attentiveness and ingenuity.

She wanted to see how I’d respond, and if I would be worth more than being just some puppet they could use.

So, I got into the spirit of the moment, as if we were trusting, “thick-as-thieves” friends, and my brain clicked into the thematic of playing and one-uping each other.

I knew she’d grow impatient and that this could count against me if I took too long, so after only a few minutes, I called her back out to observe my artistic rendition.

She came out and observed the walls. They were still blank. She walked up and down the hall, looking at each one, seeking for some hidden coding or clue to what she wasn’t easily seeing.

“Do you get it?” I asked, in a jibing, gleeful tone.

She looked at me, unwilling to be miffed for not seeing the punchline.

“It’s impressionary art!” I crowed.

She looked at me, nonplussed.

“It’s art that you think in your mind I would draw – it’s whatever your impressions are of my artistic capabilities!”

I chortled a bit, like a kid quite happy with my inspired cleverness.

I didn’t even know I had in me, and she quietly fumed to herself at getting caught off guard by her own prebiased expectations.

When you can’t compete with perfection, you’ve got to be unique!

But, then the dream got the better of me, for suddenly I had no shirt on.

I apologized to her for this apparent loss of modesty revealing my amplitude, and asked if she had a spare one.

What does this type of occurrence mean again in dreamscape psychology?

I guess I felt revealed in sharing my playfulness with her.

(Title from Jurasdic Park movie quote)