An art show

I dreamed a friend of mine who owns a curio shop in the neighboring town was having an art show. We headed over to her shop, but part of the building it was housed in was damaged, with deep cracks jaggeding through the concrete and spots of water about. Some of the storefronts had been abandoned, so business owners had banded together to turn into a kind of art installation, hanging a variety of found objects on the walls. It was arranged in such a way that the individual items, though not necessarily in themselves always interesting, were woven together that when a viewer pulled back, it created a certain panoramic effect.

There was also a blue stall in the next room where a reputed master artist was selling his wares. He was a friend of my friend, and we'd heard tell of this mysterious, tattooed guy with a extensive beard and his wonderful artwork. The stall had some interesting things in it, but the stall itself seemed to have been vacant. Maybe he was out for a long lunch.

The wife and I returned to our apartment, where she began to describe to me how she'd begun cleaning the floors with a new homemade solution, and that this solution allowed for a large, orange spirit owl to visit through the windows.

On hearing this, I turned to one of the open windows, and some translucent orange began seeping through.