Dream 1
I was in a place that looked like the public space in the AT&T (Sony) building, but shorter and stuffier, with no windows and lined with offices on the first floor. I was there with my mom and some co-workers.
My mom took us out on a car ride at night like on a road through some casinos out on a reservation. It was rainy. I and my co-workers may all have been kids.
We got back to the "public space," one of the "offices" of which was my mom's house or a place my mom was letting us stay in.
I thought how much the place looked like Happy Church, a Denver church from my childhood in Denver. I tilted my head back, up, and to the left, to get a skewed view of the ceiling, which was plaster and rectangular but fringed with stone in a jagged, star-like shape. I turned my head forward, still up. The ceiling reminded me of the vaulted ceiling at the NYPL somehow, just its sense of depth.
A bunch of business people, mostly men, were filing into the open area and sitting at the tables. They wore at least shirts and ties, if not also blazers.
The business people looked at me, not knowing who I was. I felt (though they didn't make me feel this way) that I didn't belong because I was dressed somewhat shoddy.
People started sitting in the offices. They were all getting ready for a conference. I realized I was only allowed here at night to sleep, and in the day the place was "my friend's" (R's?) place of work. I tried to find my friend so I could leave with him by my side and not feel as strange and lonely.
Now my co-worker CJ and I were on a plane heading to "the Coinstar conference." The plane lifted off but then came right back down. We almost hit some trees. Then we were on a highway. We were still moving. We heard an announcement that the plane had been grounded as bad weather in the destination was delaying flights.
I could see us driving along the highway, like we were in a bus. We went under a bridge, along a slop of lawn, etc. Cars would pull to the side for us. I thought, They're showing respect because they know we have to keep moving.
I was in a room with my mom and a woman who may have been one of her friends. We were trying to figure out why CJ and I had had our trip to the Coinstar conference canceled.
An old man, pale and mottled with rough age, walked into the room. He was fattish. He gasped like a weakish walrus. he wore a leather jacket and had greased back, dark grey hair. his eyes were almost bulging out of his sockets. But he seemed calm.
The bedroom (like my sister's bedroom in the house we lived in in my junior high school years) was dark except a light coming from the bathroom.
I had been sitting on the bed until the old man came in. Then I stood. I knew the old man was a big man at work and that he could possibly get me and CJ back on the Coinstar trip.
The old man said, "Yes, yes. That does make sense. You guys should be allowed to go. Why, you --" He grabbed my right flank to see how muscular or trim I was. I hoped I wasn't as flabby as I thought I was. He continued, "You seem to be in shape, motivated."
I thought the man was gay. I thought this even more when the man said, "Now where is CJ? I need to see how he looks before I make my final decision."
Dream 2
I was in some corner of a room. It was dim. There was light form some other room. I saw a big roach run over the entry or doorway between this room and a completely dark room. It was a huge roach. I saw another roach in the room with light. I thought, So now the big roaches are here.
Dream 3
I had gone back to an Arizona national monument where I had been a live-in volunteer in 2001 and 2002 with some people from work. A lot of the land had been developed.
It was a sunny, slightly humid morning. I and the people from work walked on some running track that was in awful repair. The field in the center of the track was wild grass. The track itself was like cracked asphalt with patches of grass growing between. The track was higher on one side, sloping down at the curves to the other side. Around the track was a fence, then trees blocking a view to a half-developed area of sloppy, grassy fields and housing communities.
I wore my business clothes. I was making gestures about what things had been here, talking about what a beautiful desert this place had been.
Then I saw JB, a ranger from the monument when I had been there, on the lower side of the track. I pointed JB out to my friends. We were walking in the same direction as JB, counter-clockwise, so we turned around to meet up with her. She appeared nervous because I had pointed at her. She hurried up to meet us.
We reached each other. She was happy to see me.She hadn't recognized me. She said, "I thought you were one of these business people developing this area. This place isn't open to the rangers anymore. I thought you were coming to kick me out. I was just in here to look at things for old times' sake, and to see what they had done to this place."
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