(4/5/07) a tv and a sega; striking my friend in the throat

(Entered in paper journal at 5:52 PM on Q-train, probably from Manhattan to Brooklyn.)

Dream 1

I was walking with an adult woman and a teenage (?) boy through a suburban neighborhood in the daytime. We were walking to a car after having been at some meeting. There was an open space, like an asphalt lot, but somehow more like a street, along which were furniture and other items, like at a garage sale.

The boy wandered off from us and looked at the stuff. Now he seemed like a tough kid. He wore a white, baggy jacket with a hood. For some reason I felt bad for him. We weren't going to leave him behind, but I felt like somehow he was being left behind. Nevertheless, as we walked along, I remaked to the woman how the boy was keeping up with us, as if to calm her fears.

I saw a TV in the midst of the items. I stood in awe for the moment and walked up to it. It was on a coffee table that appeared to be made out of a slice of a wide tree, the center of which was possibly "dented" or even missing. The TV was on, but it may have been only static or a blue screen. The TV was messy, with sticky, gunky patches on its box and screen. There might also have been a paper sign taped to the screen. I told the woman, "I've needed a TV like this for a long time."

I was now on my cell phone (left ear?) with the person who owned the stuff. The person told me, even thought it was also like I saw it on the paper, that the TV was $39.95.

I asked, "What about the Sega video game system?"

He said, "You can have both together for $60."

I saw the Sega logo appear on the screen. It appeared scrawny and liney and made colors like a rainbow of rust. There might also have been some information about Nintendo below the Sega logo in small print. It felt very nostalgic.

Dream 2

I opened the door to either my or my friend R's apartment. I could see down the hallway and into the kitchen just by the crack in the door. I saw R standing in just his underwear, facing the wall so that his right side faced me. He looked at me stupidly and defiantly, with googly eyes.

I got angry. I shut the door without entering. I opened the door again and ran into the kitchen. I told R, "Stop walking around the house dressed like that! It's disrespectful!"

R kept his profile toward me and kept that defiant, googly-eyed look.

I got angry and began striking R on the throat with the side of my left (?) hand.