A Dream, the Result of Sleep

I met pair of artists in a crowded history museum. One of them was a young woman, who looked a little bit like Ani DiFranco circa 1996. The other was a well dressed old man. The old man created his art on the side of enormous cliffs. His art was elaborate and seemed to defy possibility. I viewed his art on an interactive museum screen. The film footage was in black and white. It looked like it was from about 1930. He asked me what I was doing with my life. The crowd of people around us was so thick I felt uncharacteristically claustrophobic. I explained that I was in school, and that I wanted to become a teacher. He wanted to know why, and so I explained and he approved and his approval made me feel good. However, my need for approval bothered me and I felt hot. He asked me if I'd like to have a special drink with them and I said yes. He poured some of The River Thames, which he had in a flask, into plastic cups. A dozen or so others from the crowd joined us. We peered at our tablespoon of brownish water at the bottoms of our cups and drank up.