(10/2/07) ship to the mental institution; tying a knot in the sky

(Entered in paper journal at 8 PM at home in Brooklyn.)

Dream #1

I was in some room like a cabin under a deck in a ship. The cabin had white walls, and it felt like a smallish living room. It was busy and full of people. One person in particular was a tall, white man. Somehow the man lured me to him and poked me with a hypodermic needle. I knew I would pass out or be paralyzed and that the man would take me to a mental institution.

I stood above the deck now, looking down the steps into the room. The deck was flat and white and it felt like it could have been a boardwalk or a stone walk over a body of water as easily as it could have been the deck of a ship. The deck was almost as busy as the cabin had been.

I was afraid the man would come up and pull me down below the deck so he could send me to a mental institution. But I was also afraid that the people on deck with me would push me down the steps, which would be as good as sending me to the mental institution.

I stood on a tree-shaded walkway in a park. I stood before three people: two boys and a girl or two girls and a boy. At least one of the three was Asian. I felt like the three people were crazy.

I was being pulled away from the three people as if by an invisible force. The trees became like a corridor. I was pulled through a chain-link fence corridor, over which the corridor of tree-canopy grew dark green. I was pulled backward. I watched the three people fade from my view.

I lay in my bed. It was dark, but I could see a shapeless, purple entity before me. It was like jets of dye in water. It clung to me and made me feel tired and drained. I fought it, trying to keep awareness of the room. The fight intensified until I managed to make the entity disappear.

Dream #2

I stood with a friend. We watched a jet fly straight up into the blue sky. The jet was now only a speck, with white contrail behind it going almost all the way to the ground. Now the jet dove and made a counter-clockwise loop which must have been enormous -- it created a circle the diameter of which was half the upward path of its contrail.

I spoke to my friend about landing the plane. We were now in the plane. We made the loop. we then headed down to a runway. The runway was rough, like the tarmac had been torn up. I mentioned this calmly to my friend. I said we were prepared for this and we would land alright. We did.

Now we were out of the plane. It was like we had landed under an overpass and by some columns. The plane itself was small. It looked maybe only twenty feet long. It looked like it was made out of weak, light plastic, like it could just be kicked around lightly, like it was just a shell.