I was a motocross racer. I had a red dirt bike and a red racing uniform. I was racing on a dirt track at the fair grounds by my hometown, and there were about then other racers. My racing number was number fifty, which was my basketball number in high school and college. All of a sudden I went from racing on a dirt bike to sorting sweet cherries on my family’s farm. My family is cherry farmers, and for as long as I can remember we have sorted cherries and sold them at our roadside fruit market. I was doing this with my two younger siblings, MaryLynn (18), and Nicholas (15), and one of my older sisters, April (23). We were sorting as fast as we could because there were about one hundred customers that were waiting for sweet cherries to buy from us down at the fruit stand. The cars were lined up as far as the eye could see. All of a sudden Nicholas, my brother, grabbed this red pen that was sitting on the picnic table. In my dream it was known as the “evil red pen.” Nicholas was going to use the pen to do all the work for us, but my sisters and I did not want him to do this so we tried to get the red pen from him. We chased him around the yard and wrestled him for it. When someone else got it we would all then try to take it from that person also. It was not that we did not want Nicholas to use the pen; it was more like whoever had the “evil red pen” had the power so we all wanted the pen. I cannot remember in the end who ended up with the pen, but I do remember that it was something that all wanted badly.

In this dream the town I was in was full of Barbies that were “people.” However, the Barbies would attack the people that were not Barbies and would try to turn them into one of them. So once they knew that you or someone else was not a Barbie they go after them. I was walking through the middle of the town square with some of my friends, and there were a bunch of “Barbie people” that were walking around also. My friends and I were not dressed in solid pink so the Barbies knew that we were not one of them. They all started to swarm onto us and try to get us to turn into one of them. We began to run away from them. The only way to get them to stop attacking us was to give them a high five. Once we gave them a high five they would forget what they were doing and leave us alone. So as we ran from them we gave them all high fives to stop them from going after us. When we came back the next day the Barbies were all gone. Then I went to my studio to work on a painting. The painting was an eight foot by eight foot painting of the sea. When I was making the painting a bunch of people was telling me to do it a certain size, but I was fixed on this idea of the painting being eight foot by eight foot. I woke up before I could finish the painting.