I was with a woman, who brought up the movie, "Being John Malkovich." I started joking about the actor being extremely homosexual (not that there's anything wrong with that,) at which point she mentioned that he was standing behind me. Later I rode a scooter into an automotive shop to get gas (the pumps were inside.) Barry Manilow was there in a convertible. Someone told me that he was my biological uncle & after speaking briefly with him, he left. I was thrilled to have found a biological relative. Uncle Bud was driving a convertible there, too, with Aunt Fran & 2 other family members as passengers. He pulled up to the gas pump. Although I saw all of them, we didn't speak. I had a little spat with another woman there & got on my scooter to leave, but it was wedged between the front of my Uncle's convertible & the wall near the door. Eventually I was able to get out.
I actually did have mopeds & scooters in the past, most recently (in the late 90's,) the exact model pictured here. It was a great little bike & although I got teased a lot about it, everyone wanted to take it for a spin, too.
Out of my numerous Aunts & Uncles, only my Aunt Fran is still alive. Although I didn't speak with any of my adoptive relatives, there was no ill will there, no anger. We just didn't have much to say. The idea of a biological uncle crept into this dream as I was recently thinking about my own biological background, which I know nothing about & sometimes wish I did.
Note; I know nothing in actuality about John Malkovich's sexuality, nor do I care. This was just a dream, so don't go running around saying "John Malkovich is gay!"
The painting is a different take on my yellow abstract. I'm also currently working on a repaint of "Birds of Rhiannon," which I sold last November. Just trying to keep painting while I await the next new inspiration. (Update; this painting sold, Feb. 2008.)