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I love the characters that pop up in my dreams. I am in south Austin and I have heard there are some good artexhibits all over town worth checking out. I cannot quite recall who told me butit was one of the parents I know from my daughter's school. I head north of mylocation until I arrive at a chainlink fence that surrounds a 3-story concretebuilding. The building is non-descript and has no outside signs or markings.From the outside it would appear to just be the she will of a building with darkwindows. I enter the building with my daughter who immediately runsfrom my side to explore the art exhibits contained inside. In every direction,yet sparsely situated, are objects and dioramas that express various feelingsand emotions using all kinds of material. Each one has a candle or severalcandles, some of which are not lit. The room is quite dark. Walking over to an exhibit along the wall to my right I amfascinated by the detail the artist put into the work. Set on a square base ofabout 9 inches on a side is a small piece of gnarled tree that curls up like amisshapen letter 'G' and a number of strings hang from the top curve, eachdecorated with glistening charms and shapes that represent spiritual contentand emotional links felt throughout time by humanity. Sadly the candles are notlit. I grab the grill-lighter set on the exhibit table and beginlighting the candles. Only a couple remain lit after a few seconds and I haveto relight most of the candles. I believe they are being extinguished by abreeze coming in through the open front door, though I can recall no entry doorbehind me. Looking back I see <PERSON> is there, his typical goofy smilebeaming from his face. He says "Hi" and I reply in kind. I can also see mydaughter running towards the back of the room, apparently intent on going upstairs.I know she will be okay and I turn around to walk towards another exhibit. The exhibit I am approaching is blue, like the previous one,and I become lucid as I reach out to light the candles. Tiny sparkly shapes ofstars and magical symbols dangle from an overhanging piece of metal. As I applyflame to the candles I accidentally set the art on fire. The sparkly thingsburst into a brief flame that leaves them charred and wrinkled. I initiallyfeel bad but I decide I need not be concerned because I am dreaming and the artalters slightly before my eyes. It actually looks better now. Pleased with my contribution to the exhibit I walked on withsome of the other people who were heading out the back door of thebuilding. I was expecting to see moreart out here and perhaps a gathering of people but instead I found a largefenced-off sandpit with people walking their Chihuahuas through a course duginto the sand. It was disappointing. I saw <PERSON> and <PERSON> (The Dukes of Hazzard) and theylooked like they wanted a dog by the way they were acting and moving but I realizedthey already had a dog and were walking it along the course. Being lucid still I thought about finding anew place to go and enjoy but just as I started walking away the dream fadedand I woke up.