(11/2/07) dirty bathtub; wes anderson's mother movie; fired and buying stock

(Entered in paper journal at 5:15 AM on Q-train from Brooklyn to Manhattan.)

Dream #1

I was in "my house" with a couple friends. The house was big, but it was very dim, as if light were always coming from some other room. The ceilings were high.

I heard my bathtub start gurgling. I knew my upstairs neighbor was making the water screwy in his apartment to send dirty water down into my bathtub.

I walked into the bathroom. The light was on. The "bathtub" was a wide, flat, rough surface, like a public shower. I thought, This place is so big and nice. It's almost just right. Why does my neighbor have to come in and screw it all up?

The floor of the "bathtub" was all dirty.

Dream #2

I (I might have been a woman) was in a bedroom with a woman who might have been my mother. The mother sat in bed in a soft, thick, white nightgown. She had thick, white blankets pulled up to her stomach. She had red hair. I knew I was a part of a movie. I, as this woman, was trying to get away from the mother. But the mother kept playing games to keep me close.

I looked around this room and thought, Wes Anderson pays such attention to detail, doesn't he? And he's so original. The wallpaper (mostly on a purple, blue, and tan scheme) was like William Morris' style. There were flowing leafs and flowers in stylized, wide forms, making intertwining patterns. But there were also geometric divisions of the patterns, especially a cross-like window pattern which abruptly displayed (???) other patterns.

I thought, Wes Anderson has taken the old and added something new to it.

I turned around and took in the room. There wasn't really a shape to the room. It was like the whole house was a big maze. I now saw into the bedroom (though not quite seeing as the daughter) as if through a billowing, gauzy, white curtain separating the two rooms (and maybe an additional small, dim space).

The movie now seemed to have been made by a different director, possibly Stephen Daldry, the person who directed The Hours. I thought, Well, maybe my old friend R would like this movie, anyway. After all, there is a strange emotional twist to the movie.

The mother was reaching out for the daughter. The whole atmosphere had a plasticky feel to it, as if the characters were plastic toys or robots, not humans.

Dream #3

I sat in some place like the basement of an office building. We all got news that we had been fired. I was outside, trying to figure out what I would do now. I thought perhaps I could practice buying stock and eventually make a living that way. I thought I would start by buying Seporcor.

I walked back down into the basement. The room was full of computers, all at long desks. I found my old computer. I logged in in some way or another. There was a statement about how I no longer worked here, but how I could access information if I wished. I thought of some conversation I had or needed to have with my boss BS.