(10/1/16) angry spying neighbors; superman & helicopter crash; wedding bridges

(Entered in paper journal at 5:45 AM at home in Brooklyn.)

Dream 1

I sat in a huge but incredibly messy house (possibly my mom had given it to me while she was away). I tried to eat. But someone saw into the place from a window above me, i.e. through the window from a high floor in an apartment. The person started yelling and screaming nasty things at me, making me afraid to eat.

I ran through a cavernous, cluttered house until I got to the bedroom. The bed was high-stacked with mattresses. I tried to eat again, but the person from high up saw me through another window and shouted nasty, scary things again.

I sat down, possibly somewhere else, lay down, shielded myself on the floor with a bunch of clutter so I couldn't be seen, possibly also behind a very thin strip of wall. I thought, now I can relax.

I pulled out a report of some kind (perhaps a 10-K, the financial report publicly traded companies publish yearly). I read a few pages. I was so relaxed I almost fell asleep.

I thought, If I'm going to fall asleep, I should go to the bedroom. But, taking every sheltered path I could back to the bedroom, I knew I had to make the bedroom different from the room where the people could see in through the window.

Dream 2

I was on a lawn by a bridge. I was with some other people. I knew an airplane was going to crash. I stood up and got away. Nobody would come with me. A helicopter crashed to the ground, right where I had been sitting/laying. I thought, I guess I knew after all. I thought, I guess I knew after all.

I ran back to my spot. I thought, You coward. Why did you just run away from the helicopter after it crashed? Were you afraid it would explode? It will explode. But there are people inside that you need to rescue! I ran away from my sitting spot and back to the helicopter (as if now the helicopter had crashed away from the spot I had been sitting at).

I was now Superman. I pulled open the doors to the (blue?) helicopter and pulled out a man and a woman. I super-sped them back to where I'd been sitting.

Dream 3

At first there wasn't enough money for a wedding to occur. Now a man announced amid everybody in a scrappy living room that there was.

I saw the man a while later as everybody was prepping for the wedding. The man had now become Willem Dafoe's character from The Life Aquatic. His back was against the wall and he was breathing rapidly. I thought he was going to have a heart attack.

I saw into a special room of the man's -- full of chopped-off heads cured and hanging on the wall. I thought, Is this what he does to people at weddings?

I walked downstairs with someone videotaping the house as the man stood against the wall. I saw through the camera as the cameraman panned counterclockwise. There were beautiful walls and doorways. I wanted to see the pan again.

Someone told me, "The cameraman will only go so far with you. He won't go all the way into the next country." I thought, I wasn't asking him to.

I saw a gothically tall bridge in a tall city at night. The night was a dark purple-orange city night. The bridge streamed with the white light of cars.

I was walking on a planky bridge in the daytime. A man stood to my left, his back against a chain link fence. I had water on the sole of my right shoe. I knew that made me not quite ready for the mission I must take with the man.

I saw a trail of wet footprints crossing mine. On my right was a nice wood fence with a paper cup of water nailed to it. It was my cup. Someone had put something beside water in it. I wondered who would have done that.