Dream 1
A man speaking about some calculations or other secrets the government was working to keep terrorists from knowing. These calculations would allow a space shuttle to land on an aircraft carrier as well as allow it to launch from a cargo jet. As the man told me (and someone else) about this I saw grainy, black-and-white footage of a space shuttle landing on an aircraft carrier.
I now saw that the three of us were flying. At first I thought we were flying in a cargo jet. But then I saw we were flying beside the jet. I thought it was a Lockheed plane, but I couldn't remember the name. I asked if that was the one the shuttle would launch from. But I was interrupted by the man on purpose. He didn't want me to ask any specific questions.
The man pointed out the left window (the cargo plane was on our right), to a very modern-looking city below us. All the buildings seemed to be made of rings.
The city looked very small and like it was still under construction.
I tried to ask once again about the cargo plane, but it accelerated and gained altitude quickly. For one moment I felt like I was holding onto it or touching it before it flew away. It flew straight up into the sky. I cheered. But now we, too accelerated and gained altitude. We were traveling pretty much vertically.
The sky was clear and blue. Then it turned yellow and gauzed over with some greyish webs of clouds. As we continued upward, four fighter jets sped downward, vertically, beside us. Three weere sleek and black. I thought of them as SR-71s. I looked back to them, but I couldn't see them.
I might have been all by myself now, though I called to the man who had been speaking with us before. I felt like I was strapped into a "fighter" jet like an SR-71 or an X-15. I had been afraid to look back and see the ground disappearing below me at such a rate. But I thought, You're here now. Just go through with it.
Again four jets flew vertically down beside me. I couldn't tell if the three sleek jets were SR-71s. The sky was very grey and dark. I was heading for a tunnel of clouds, for a tube walled in layers of dark and light grey. At the end I could see the sun.
I told myself, I have to get to a certain height. If I get past this tube of heavy clouds, I'll be flying under clear, blue sky again. So even though I was afraid of what might happen, I just went with it. I passed through some of the clouds that made up the tube, as if they stuck out from the "walls." I felt them thudding against the jet like they were actually substantial. Everything got darker and darker.
I was outside of the jet, possibly just floating.
I was in a room that seemed to be made of clouds.
(Continued writing at Mangia, on 57th Street and 6th Avenue, at 6:34 AM.)
There was an incandescent light on the ceiling, and there were television sets encircling the walls.
I thought, I should be getting back. I need to get back to New York by XXXXX o'clock, and it's already --. I couldn't remember.
Each column of TV screens had a city name over it in gold lettering. I found New York over one of the columns, perhaps more than one column. Half the circle of televisions was turned off, and some of those columns may have had duplicate city names.
I saw that it was a certain time in New York, whatever time it needed to be for me to be back there. I thought, Still, it will be difficult for me to get back, simply because I was so high in the air, and I wouldn't be guaranteed I could direct myself down to the right location. Plus, it might have been storming and dark.
I could see my jet waiting for me somewhere. It was like an SR-71.
As I headed down to some small downward passage in the cloud room I saw a reflection of myself in a turned off television screen. I was a pretty, brunette girl, in the 50s pinup style, with pink, boy-short-like panties and a green bra. I stood looking at myself admiringly but also wondering how I was going to get back down to earth looking like this.
Dream 2
My grandpa had come to visit my house. I was saying goodbye to him when I remembered I had gotten him a gift. This whole time I had forgotten, but that was mainly what he had come here for.
I ran to the fridge and got the gift. It was two slices of some kind of "brownie" dessert and a plastic container with a tiny bit of some chicken and peppers in it. I thought this couldn't possibly be what I had gotten him, but I couldn't remember what else I could have gotten him. I thought there might have been a bottle of gin. I thought something about juniper berries.
I brought this all to my grandfather, who said, "You know what's happening to me. And all you bring me is this? What kind of gift do you think this is?"
Dream 3
I was in my house, which I might have been sharing with my mom. The room I was in was empty. The light was off. There was a light from somewhere in the apartment, possibly from the hallway, like the door to the hallway had been left open and that was the only light coming into the house.
On one wall of the room was an opening, like a window, to another room, the floor of which was about three feet higher than the floor of the room I was in. This was apparently my friend R's dog's room. It was narrow and empty as well. But it was dirty. There was caked dust all over the place and scraps of paper. A white mouse lay dead and petrified on the floor. My friend's dog may have been there for a moment, but now she was gone. I thought, I need to clean this place.
I could hear my mom talking. I went to find her. She was in the kitchen (the lights were on there as well) speaking with a couple other people. We had all been drinking a sweet drink like coffee. I had finished mine.
The visitors were leaving. Someone, possibly my mom, had left a cup of the drink on the counter. It was in a deli coffee cup and only about one-fourth of the drink was left. Plus, the drink looked to be of worse quality than the one I had just finished, and it was already cold.
I took the drink anyway and walked into the dining room (which may just have been my bedroom), embarrassed with myself. As I did, I passed a line of garbage cans, all filled with trash. My mom said to the visitors, "I really have to take care of this trash today." She saw the visitors out the door. I stood at the dining table. I sat the drink down. There were garbage bags all over the place.
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