(7/10/07) reaching out, pushing away; up the walls

(Entered in paper journal at 6:20 AM at Starbucks on 29th Street and Fifth Avenue in Manhattan.)

Dream #1

I saw my co-worker MA in the office. I reached my hands out toward him in a weird way, holding both my arms out straight in front of me, maybe slightly bent, with my hands bending inward toward each other at the wrists, the palms facing outward, toward MA. I felt like I was trying to contact MA, like I may not have been quite there.

Dream #2

I was in an asphalt lot, possibly a schoolyard. I was with a group of people. They seemed older than I, but possibly around my age. The day was bright and clear and hot. We all stood listening to someone. I broke off for some reason.

I bounded around the schoolyard. Eventually I found that I could run on the walls of the yard, i.e. parallel to the ground. The walls were like cinder blocks, but they had a weird texture to them. I was now showing someone else, a man a little older than I, that there was nothing supernatural about running on the walls: it was just a matter of momentum.

The yard was now divided, by concrete walls and chain link fences (simultaneously or alternately?) which were covered at their feet with thick weeds, into four sections. The group of people were in the upper, left quadrant. At first, the man and I were in the lower, left quadrant. Somehow my running (I don't know if he ever ran) got us into the lower, right quadrant.

We may have been in the upper, right quadrant when I saw the group of people in the upper, left quadrant. I felt like those people might have been judging me for not being in the same quadrant as they, but also for being crazy enough to think that I could actually run on the walls.

I was fighting to get back into the quadrant with everybody else. But I could only get so far up the barriers: they were topped with sprawly coils of barbed wire, especially the chain link fences (which may have been the barrier between the left and right quadrants).

I tried not to panic in front of the other man. Instead, I acted like I was teaching him. Eventually I had a new theory: I could bounce off the fence and pull myself, in a parabola "parallel" to the ground, back to the fence at a higher point. In that way I could make a jump close enough to the barbed wire to get over it. But, I thought, if I"m not even supposed to be able to run on the walls, what makes me think I would be able to jump up the walls?