Dream #1
I was at my office. I answered the phone. Even while I was trying to take a message, my boss BS, sitting to my right, on the edge of my desk, was making loud comments, trying to make me do something. I hung up the phone and tried to type a message. But BS was beings so demanding that I finally had to look at him. I lost the last name of the client from whom I was trying to take a message.
I suddenly yelled at BS, "You say you value clients. But why did you just make me forget the one who called?"
BS stood up, upset, and walked away. I tried to recall the client's name. Her first name was Pamela, I thought.
I was now looking at a storage device like a BlackBerry. The device had three screens on it, like slot-machine windows. Below these three screens was a larger screen. The three screens gave three possible "names" for the client -- though these "names" were actually titles for museum or art exhibits.
I thought, That's what the client did -- she was a social artist. I thought that if I could find the correct museum or gallery, I would remember the client's name. The exhibit, I thought, may have been in Philadelphia or Pittsburgh.
I looked at the screen below the three screens. The image on the screen was of an empty city street. The image was greenish, like an oldish computer image. I knew I could "steer" through these streets, like on a GPS map program (or like Google Street View, though I'm not sure (???) that was around in 2007), to find each listed museum.
I started steering through the streets. They were all empty. The streets were cobbled, not asphalt. The buildings were mostly redbrick. The day was clear. I steered through a few blocks.
My view faded into a view more like one I inhabited than like one I was looking at on a screen. In the middle of one block there was a huge pool of a clearish, thickish liquid which I called water. I knew that if I touched it, something bad would happen to me. But I was moving automatically, as if the "computer program" were still running me. I knew I would probably touch the poison water sooner or later.
Dream #2
I walked into a grocery store, or I had been there for a while. I had my arms full of food. I was looking for some more food, possibly some meat. I walked into an area like the frozen foods section.
There was a family like a group of European tourists. I had to walk in front of them. I tried to act as mild as possible to prove to the family that I wasn't a hooligan -- not because I felt like I threatened them, but because I didn't want them to start threatening me.
I looked at a non-freezer rack of packaged meats and cheeses. Some of the lunchmeats looked very good, but they had holes, like Swiss cheese. I was looking for just the right meat.
All of the family except one person had walked farther down the aisle. The one who remained was a little scary. He was older, maybe in his late fifties. He was tallish, big, with a bulky stomach. He had dull, grey hair and wore clunky "dress clothes." I had heard him speaking with the rest of the family. His voice was thick and unintelligible. He seemed to me like an "innocent" (???!!!) who could suddenly become dangerous.
I looked at the food. Now it was bagels and desserts like brownies. I tried not to attend to the big man. I was trying to figure out what I wanted. I felt like I was trying to get full, like I needed to eat, but like I had eaten so much already that if I ate any more, I would get fat. Nothing looked like it would fill me up without getting me fat.
The big man moaned something unintelligible. He swung a big, grey cane or walking stick against one of the clear, plastic bagel cases. There was something like a grabber at the end of the man's stick. He grabbed two brownies and then swung the stick over so that the brownies got near my face. It was like the big man had swung the brownies in front of my face in a gesture of offering them to me.
I regarded the brownies and thought, That's what I want, but it's not what I need. But I was kind of afraid to deny the big man. I didn't want him to hurt me.
Dream #3
Black and white film like an old German Expressionist film. An alien with a fat-looking, pale, bulbous head and big, black eyes. The alien wore a big, black robe. The alien's body might have been thinner than its head.
The alien walked down along an inside balcony in a dark apartment complex. Now I only saw the stairwell, which may have been lit from a floor below. I watched some shadows move quickly across the guardrails. I thought, If a natural light was causing those shadows, then time must be moving more quickly than normal.
I felt like there might have been a woman hiding by the stairwell, on the floor below me (the lit floor). I felt like the woman was hiding from the alien.
The "movie" now started over. I saw the woman almost emerge from behind a door, which the woman had slowly opened by only a crack. The woman looked out the crack. her eyes gave off a weird, cat-like glow. At first I thought I was looking at the alien. Then I discerned the woman's face.
I realized the woman was looking at the alien, who was out of my view. The woman was frightened. It seems plain now that the woman knew the alien and was already engaged in some kind of struggle with it.
The woman was now gone. She had either gone to hide from the alien, or else the alien had already taken her away somewhere.
Dream #4
I walked up to a garden, which I was going to weed. The garden (did I realize this?) was indoors. I was pulling, at first, mugwort-like weeds that grew between thin, woody plants like pine saplings.
The place now seems to me (i.e. when I wrote entered the dream in the paper journal) like some kind of museum exhibit. The garden, which was supposed to be a wild, natural area, also took only a corner or half (?) of this exhibit-like room. The rest of the room was silvery, plasticky floor, walls, and ceiling, with gentle, modern-feeling, fluorescent lighting.
The thin "pine-shoots" grew thicker toward the corner until they were too dense to penetrate. I couldn't get into them to weed out the mugwort. But it also seemed like in that section the growth of the "pine-shoots" had actually managed to "beat out" the growth of the mugwort.
So, having finished weeding that area, I moved to the area farther down. This area was full of woody growth, the foliage and flowers of which looked like rabbit brush or rattlesnake weed. This growth was very thick and either needed to be completely eradicated or just trimmed back. It was thick and dense, but some shoots grew so thin that they were green, like herbaceous growth, like aster stalks.
There seemed to be a cliff of black stone like schist somewhere. As I took care of this area I could hear a memory of a co-worker, like my co-worker TC, telling his wife how nice this place was, but in an ironic way. TC's wife was somewhere else, and TC was jokingly pretending like the lousy weather where his wife was was better than the weather here.
I had trimmed a fair amount of the vegetation. I reclined on some stumps and against the trunks of some still standing growth. I looked at the area I had taken care of. It looked pretty nice. The "rabbit brush" growth that stood looked like trees, with plenty of space between each plant. I thought, I couldn't have done all that needed to be done. It was too easy. The soil between the trees was rich and brown.
I saw a rabbit. It skirted around me, but it stopped to regard me. It was small but healthy, with soft fur. It had big, round, pure black eyes. I hoped it wasn't threatened by me, that it didn't feel like I was invading its space.
I looked forward again. Now rabbits climbed up on me. There were two or three of them. They had emerged from the trunk on which I sat, as if the trunk were now as wide as the trunk of a tree like a maple tree that was around ten years old.
I didn't know if the rabbits were going to attack me or if they just liked me. One of them nestled against the left side of my neck. I didn't know whether it would bite me.
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