(11/6/07) i was two detectives

(Entered in paper journal at 5:30 PM on Q-train from Manhattan to Brooklyn.)

Dream #1

Two detectives in a living room without much furniture in it. I was one or both of the detectives. A woman had been accused of a crime. She was in the room. She was dark-skinned, maybe Hispanic or East Indian. One of the detectives (both may have been fat and pale, wearing worn-out dress clothes, fedoras, and trenchcoats) stood by a table, by which the woman also stood. The other detective sat on a couch.

The detective (me, from my point of view) sitting on the couch had stated his dismissal of the woman's alleged guilt. The other detective (me, but not seeing from the detective's point of view) wasn't investigating anymore, and he had accepted the other detective's statement of the woman's innocence. But he was still making actions which appeared to be searching for clues to the woman's guilt.

At this point the position of the woman and this second detective varied or alternated. There was a little corner of space behind the table.Alternately the woman and the second detective appeared to be behind the table.

At the edge of the table near the woman and second detective was some loose change. At one point the second detective grabbed the change. Something about the feel of the change, a sliminess or griminess, proved that the surfaces of the coins were poisoned.

The second detective said, "Aha! Now I've proven it! This is how she killed them. So she wasn't innocent after all!"

The first detective (me, from my viewpoint) thought, Now the second detective will die. He inadvertently killed himself to find the woman's guilt.

I (or the first detective?) thought, He (the second detective -- also me by feeling) thought he would impress the older detective by revealing the woman's guilt. But he did it in too roundabout a way. There was a simpler way, which I knew the first detective knew, but which I (as I simply) did not know.