I dream a lot, a whole lot. My dreams are typically extremely vivid and detailed. They have textures, background noises, real people, real places, and are almost always in the first-person perspective. I used to have a journal where I wrote down over 100 of my dreams, each one a page or two long. I, unfortunately, lost that journal. I still occasionally write down my dreams. This dream was particularly interesting because Andy Warhol was in it. I've always admired him as an artist but I don't really connect with his art. I find most pop art to be mostly repetitious and unoriginal. I know he pretty invented that genre of art but now it seems like pop culture art has been way over-saturated and too commercialized, like abstract art. How many more artists are going to make paintings of Marilyn Monroe and John Wayne? Generally, I think my dreams are too personal to share online or not interesting enough. This one was very interesting to me and I thought some other people might find it interesting as well. This is my dream: The dream began with me at a fancy gallery with large works of art by Andy Warhol on the walls. It was the opening day of an exhibition of some of his work and there were tons of people there, it was really crowded. The atmosphere was like a formal party full of wealthy people in extremely nice clothes. I walked up to one of his pieces that was a bit abstract. It's meaning was confusing and elusive to me. It had a bunch of intersecting lines on it, similar to a net or chicken wire. I approached Andy, who was standing nearby talking to someone. I asked him about the painting and the lines. I told him I didn't understand the purpose of them and asked what they meant. The whole gallery suddenly went silent, it was like everyone heard my question and they wondered the same thing but were too afraid to ask. They all stared in my direction, eagerly waiting to hear his answer. Andy then looked at me and in a very calm and direct manner said to me: "Don't ask to see what you can already see for yourself" Immediately after I heard this, I awoke from my dream. This quote has been stuck in my head and I replay it a lot. I think about how this applies to me beyond looking at art. I wonder why my subconscious wanted me to hear that and why did it come from Andy Warhol of all people?