Earlier in the day my sister had been doing some art homework and had found an old s club 7 in LA video and put it on.
In my dream I was riding along in the back of a big convertible american car, my aunt recognised me from a cafe in princes risborough, i could hear her say my name as we drove by but i just kept looking at the sky with my sunglasses on. Then I was the park and Mily and an indian man (like the one who has been silk-screen printing recently) were drawing me from about 5 metres away from me. And they kept showing me what they'd drawn and each time they showed me it wasn't me. At one point it was a baby inside a stomach (like the Kate MacDowell work I've been looking at.
