(10/10/07) flying to the front of the race; looking good but gaining weight

(Entered in paper journal at 5:50 AM on Q-train from Brooklyn to Manhattan.)

Dream #1

I was watching a marathon which was run at night. It was in a city like New York City, but there was almost no light. There were crowds of people, maybe three or four rows deep, on either side of a road like a road in Central Park. It might have been raining a little.

I was with a group of friends. We had hurried toward the sidelines of the race. We had just missed seeing the leaders. The second pack was now running by. I strained (one direction or the other) to see the leaders. But I couldn't see them. I thought that if I ran I could get up to the head of the race to see the leaders. I started running. But then I began to fly, or to hover (in a standing position?) about a foot or two above the ground.

I was now on some hillside road, probably just outside of and overlooking a medium-sized city. I thought I could catch the marathoners if I shortcut the course. Plus I was now moving quickly enough to get ahead of them with plenty of time to spare.

But as I hovered/flew down the road at increasing speed, I wasn't sure I'd be able to stop myself. I headed down another hillside road. I reached out for some dried-looking, orange-leafed shrub to stop myself. I ended up a little tangled in the shrub.

I now stood beside a car that was parked along the road. The car's passenger's side doors (and maybe the driver's side doors, as well) were open. The inside lights were on. The car was like a minivan-car hybrid. It was beige-silver.

I could hear the voice of a man, probably my age but a little more mature than I. It was as if the man stood somewhere to my left and slightly behind me. The man said something like, "We're jealous of you because all you have to do is blink your back lights --" The back lights of the car blinked. "-- blink your front lights --" The front lights of the car blinked. "-- and suddenly you're out of it."

I now stood in front of the car, right in front of its open front, passenger's side door, looking into the cabin.

Dream #2

I stood in front of a mirror in a bathroom. I may have noticed how, somehow, my face looked so much nicer than usual. I also seemed to be a little bit taller. But in some respects, especially around my jaw. I noticed that I had gained some weight.