The Disillusioned Heroine

Dream march 1 2013
On school, scooby doo, and gravity

I don't remember this clearly but it's there.

I was in some kind of animation school where they told us to invent some kind of believable animal and then cgi a documentary of that animal that looked like a legitimate documentary.  In my dream I riffled through a computer with past examples of work and there was stuff like fiery otters, high-jumping chibi angel creatures, and I decided to do a living ball-jointed doll.  I also considered my woodland half plant rabbit that I designed in Print class but flashes of imagining how to graphically design it made me think it was too difficult to do.

This dream as sort of coherent, sort of not.  I was on the subway on my way to that art class when I saw a man with a violin and a woman with a guitar. They had a mandolin-like object with them and I picked it up, while carefully going to throw out food I was finished eating, then I tuned it and randomly played pretty chords.  They joined me and we started to sound awesome.  The two of them sang like Lady Antebellum's duo and when we reached a conclusion of a musical interlude, I improvised and sang too, and they looked at me, impressed.

While this dream was happening I was also having a dilemma as Daphne from scooby doo.  Fred was always touching me and vaguely I remember that in the dream I didn't want to go out with him anymore, since he treated me like a "babe" and went out to see other girls.  Thelma kept yelling at him if he tried to get cozy with me but in my dream I was reluctant to push him away at times, or resentful of how disrespectfully he treated me at others.  I was also being courted by the nerdy doll from Robot Chicken, and he stuffed his shirt with cotton to look more buff and impress me.  It was kind of... icky.

Another segment of the dream concerned me in a half-forest like setting trying to imitate some of the animals I saw from the first documentary.  There was this one where I jumped a lot from high distances and then landed on my feet.  I felt exhilarated and I wondered if I could fly, too--attempts afterwards confirmed that I could not.

That's about all I recall.