Dream 1
I was suddenly in a library. It might have been a secret library, some place where I wasn't supposed to be. I think I had gotten there suddenly from a public library. I held a large, blue and white document in my hands, opened before my face.
I was on the outskirts of a city, possibly New York. It was a sunny, muggy day. I stood on a hill bald of vegetation but piled with heaps of antiques and trash. Somewhere in the distance was a barbed fence.
I jumped/flew from one space between heaps to another. I jumped/flew toward another one. But as I did I heard a woman somewhere talking about how I would soon be burnt out from all this flying. I was afraid to jump and fly again.
I was on the top of a tall building in a dense city. I wrote down notes on or made drawings of the tops of the buildings. I saw a black man on one of the buildings. I knew he was spying on me, but I tried not to care.
Many of the buildings were brick. Their tops expanded outward like battlements on armories.
They all had statements wrapping around their tops. Some were about the goodness of commerce. Others were about the strength of the country.
I was in a big, empty building with my friends L and R. R asked me what I thought of this building. I grabbed him and slammed him against the wall. I was friendly, though, somehow.
I said, "If this were your place, I would love to take it."
I realized how awful that sounded. To sound "better" (?) I said, "I would bust down this wall and add two new rooms." This was supposed to show that I didn't come to R's house just because I liked his house.
I was with a group of folks -- my friend ML and possibly a few other people from the improv troupe we'd been in in college -- in a huge, strange, courtyard-like area at night. At first I was near a sound system, broadcasting "my last radio show," telling people how sad I was to go, but how I appreciated everybody for listening.
There had been lights on, tables everywhere, with my friends seated at all the different tables. But now I was all alone in the dark. I was walking along the tables in the purple moonlight. I sat down at a table, possibly with a drink in my hand, which I was too drunk to control.
I sat around, somewhat happy to be alone. But I suddenly noticed that some tables were lit with candles or "electric candles" and had one or two people at them. My table was actually full -- including me and maybe five other people.
Everyone was lit in bluish-purple moonlight and yellow-orange candlelight. But they were all frozen. I couldn't tell if they were real or something like a still from a movie. Apparently, however, they were now moving. I felt like they would all now determine I didn't belong here. Nobody paid attention to me -- it was like I wasn't real to them.
But a man called for me from behind me. Now the place was full of people talking and having fun. I was spilling my drink (wine?) all over the place. The man was tall, white (tanned), with blue eyes and richly blonde hair. He wore a nice business suit. The man started asking me questions about my grandpa, hoping to prove that my grandpa should be here instead of me.
The crowd was loose and moving about, but most of those nearby were attentive to the interaction between me and this man. We may have been in Europe; this may have been something like a medical conference.
I told the man my grandfather's itinerary of trips -- how he had gone from here to some other cities and how he was now heading to Rome. As I explained all this we had walked into a kitchen, as if this whole place had been only a small apartment.
The man was washing up dishes while I was spilling my drink all over the place. I held the base of the glass in the palm of my (left?) hand. Under the base, even more (white) wine was sloching around, as if I had spilled it and cupped it under the glass.
Dream 2
I was in a room like a kindergarten classroom, sitting on the ground with a groiup of my classmates (?). We watched a show about someone's teeth breaking. One of my front lower teeth broke-shattered. I held the pieces in my hand and walked away, hoping I would be able to patch it back together. But I also somehow doubted that my tooth could be broken at all.
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