(3/24/07) actual boston beer; helping a girl fly; knife threat; my boss's debt collector

(Entered in paper journal at 4:53 PM at Ozzie's coffee shop on 7th Avenue in Brooklyn.)

Dream 1

I saw a photograph, something like an advertisement for a child disease, where a baby sat in a narrow hallway that almost looked like a prison with sofas lining the walls. The infant had a yellow phone to his (?) ear. The photograph changed, and the infant was now holding the phone to his (?) other ear. I tried to figure out what this meant.

I now sat with a group of friends on two sofas at right angles to each other. My friends had asked me to tell them the feelings I'd gotten from the advertisement, which somehow related to when I was a child. I tried, but I couldn't.

I felt foolish, so I turned back to the work I was doing (possibly with somebody else), which was stretching the fabric on a broken umbrella back over the exposed rods. The fabric was baby blue. The bottom half was fine. I just needed to pull the top half over.

To my right, my co-worker CJ sat at a table, maybe fifteen feet away. He was drinking a beer. He said something like, "Yeah, I can't believe you got to Boston without trying any of that actual Boston beer! There's brands there that are awesome." CJ's beer looked really good. I felt dumb for having drank a plain old Killian's while I was in Boston.

I could see myself going back to Boston. I had a vision of a bridge over a vast river. It felt like the river was swelling, like the water was rising. The sky overhead was a wide, pale blue.

Dream 2

I was in a very classical building that was like a home and a library. There were people all around, mostly my age, somewhat smart looking.

I flew into the air at some point. flying in the air, I saw paintings on the walls. But I don't know if ;the paintings were regular height or up on the walls as high as I was. I eventually flew into another room. There were fewer people in this room, and the room was emptier, like a parlor of some kind.

I landed, possibly because I had lost focus on flying. A young woman, possibly Asian, stood near me. She was impressed that I could fly. I wanted to show her that she could, too. But I could only convince her if I could fly again. But now, for some reason, I couldn't believe I could fly. But I also knew that if I held the woman I could fly, though not as high as I had flown before. We flew only about five or ten feet in the air.

We flew into the front room again, which was more cluttered than before, and possibly had some older people around. People thought I was crazy because I thought I could fly, when all I could do was go just a few feet in the air. I tried to fly higher, but I was eventually barely drifting one or two feet above the floor. I'm not sure whether I was still holding the girl in my arms.

Dream 3

I was in a nice, suburban-looking kitchen, eating at a long table with a few other people, I don't know who. My brother sat across from me. He was doing something really annoying. I told him to stop. When he didn't stop I told him I would bring a knife in and stab him.

He kept doing whatever he was doing. I went into the kitchen and grabbed a knife. The blade was only one or two inches long. When my brother saw it he kind of deflated. He had only been kidding. He was just trying to make me laugh. And I had treated him so mean, so coldly. He was on the verge of tears.

Dream 4

I was in a wide and empty but somehow cluttered looking office space. I was trying to walk through this space and into an office. To my right was an office space with a big window opening to this space.

A heavyish, black businessman, maybe in his fifties, was talking with someone else in the office He looked to his left and saw me. He was going to come after me. He had been speaking with the person in the office about a homebuilding company named Hovnanian. But he was some kind of debt guy. He ws after my boss. But he could kind of pressure me to get my boss into action.

I tried to get into the office in front of me before he reached me. But there was a messy desk I had to go around, and I turned right, in the direction of the man, to go around it. I was turning left, back toward the doorway of the office, when the man grabbed my left (?) shoulder gently. I turned around. The man made a very calm but pressing comment about who he was and how he needed my help getting my boss to pay attention to him.