Dream #1
I was in a big structure like a warehouse. The place was mostly empty, but one area had tall stacks of boxes. A small, Asian boy sat amid the stacks of boxes. He was drawing something very important. He was missing yellow crayon (or colored pencil). I told him I would go get it for him.
I had told the young boy I would tell the whole school about what he was doing. He asked, "Will you tell the whole world?" I laughed a little and fumbled with my words. I didn't know how seriously the whole world would take the boy's work.
I saw two shades of yellow in my mind. One was a pale lemon yellow; another was a deep yellow. The two shades may have been positioned one on top of the other, like in a Rothko painting.
I felt a huge rush to get the right color, as if whatever was to be drawn would help defend us against an enemy. Now I was in the place of the child. I flew upward, toward the top of a column of boxes.
I heard (as if in my head) the voice of a male anime character with long, blonde hair. The character said, "Just draw what you have to draw! You don't have to find anything else to start! You already have everything you need!"
As I heard this I was back on the ground, kneeling before a box, writing Chinese (?) characters on a blank piece of paper. The pencil I used left silver, mercury-like traces on the paper. I looked at the pencil. The lead was like chrome.
The pencil may have changed into a regular pencil. I looked for the mercury-tipped pencil and wondered if I'd actually ever had it.
Dream #2
There were two girls who were together. Later I was alone in a room with one of the girls. The girl was a little shorter than I, a little heavy, with dark skin and long, full, brown hair.
The girl said she wanted to tell me something. The girl was acting like it would be an unpleasant surprise. I thought I would "guess" it -- the obvious, that she was gay -- so that she would stop trying to needle me and just leave me alone.
I asked the girl, "Do you like giving men massages? Do you like touching men's backs?" The girl shook her head. I said something like, "That's understandable. I guess I'd be fine with it. But I don't necessarily go for it."
I then asked the girl, "Do you like touching girls' backs?"
The girl shook her head again. She said, "I kind of don't like any of it." This was surprising to me.
Dream #3
I had been working in a park. I had just finished constructing a path. I felt proud of myself. The park was something like the National Mall, except small; and, for some reason, it feels (i.e. when I entered this dream in the paper journal) like it had an indoor atmosphere. The sky was grey, almost an electric, or TV-static-like purple-grey.
I walked on a white marble barrier (?) coming up out of the ground. The barrier was maybe six feet tall and one and a half feet wide. It was beside the dirt path I had just finished.
As I walked along on the barrier, people kept getting in my way. Finally I got mad. I had left the new path free for people to walk on. But now, since I was on the barrier, everybody else went out of their way to walk in my way on the barrier!
I thought, I've just done a heck of a lot of work! I'm not just some nobody! People shouldn't just feel like they can get away with doing this to me!
I charged into the next group of people who got in my way. It was a black father and his two daughters, all three blocking the barrier with their bicycles. Seeing me rushing toward them, the three of them got out of my way, politely, without any fuss. I now got mad at myself for having passed through them so rudely.
I was in a basement that was like the visitors' center for the park. There were a man and a woman. The woman was pretty. The man was kind of ugly -- fattish, pale, with shaggy, red hair and a shaggy, red beard. The man sat on a couch facing the front door and window. The woman stood near the front of the room, holding her bike up. The man also had a bike somewhere. The man was all pissy, like someone had made a really stupid mistake by which the man was now forced to be inconvenienced.
I had given the woman directions she and her boyfriend could use to get somewhere -- maybe by using my newly constructed path. I asked the man, not the woman, if I had given the wrong directions. I felt ashamed for not having asked the woman, but it was the man who had been acting all pissy: I felt like I needed to justify myself to him more than to the woman.
The man, noticing my conciliatory attitude, lightened up a little and saw, "Aw... no. The directions look like they'll work out fine. It's just the fact that it's starting to rain now. The weather's going to mess everything up."
Dream #4
I saw into a structure like a fish tank. There was a thickish stick that branched out into three longish prongs.
I watched a man's hand pull some plant (with yellow flowers?) off the branch. The man then replaced the plant with a vine-like plant. The plant had think talks from which spiked thin leafs almost like the needles on a spruce. Along the vines were occasional, cup-like, sweet-red flowers.
The man explained something about bringing in the new life.
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