Tuesday, February 28, 2017

(10/2/05) allegiance to the tree; star wars old and new

(Entered in paper journal at 8:30 AM at Ozzie's coffee shop on Garfield Street and 5th Avenue in Brooklyn.)

Dream 1

I was in a forest, sitting across from a monk or wizard. I was pledging my allegiance to a certain tree, the tree being a symbol for a certain clan. But I only had allegiance to the tree because I liked the tree.

There was another tree I also liked. I had to stop myself from liking the other tree, which was a somehow shameful tree to like. But when I would visualize the one tree so I could describe my allegiance to it, I kept seeing the other tree.

The look of the trees was somehow the same. They both looked like beech trees with serrated leafs which by this time of year were a pale gold-tan. But only one tree was opposite-branched, and only one tree had some special mark at the edges of its leafs. I might even have said the name of the tree out loud, only to be told it wasn't the name but the description that counted.

Dream 2

I was in a living room, probably with my friend R and his girlfriend L. We were watching a Star Wars movie.

We all walked away. The current movie may have ended. We were at a bar or counter that bounded the far end of the living room from the kitchen. My friend R's dog came running up.

We were talking about which movie to watch. I was going to leave because they were going to play one of the movies in the new series (i.e. the prequels), which I didn't want to see. But then it turned out they were going to play one of the movies I wanted to see. But I still wasn't sure I would stay.

I held a vase in my hands. It was porcelain and had a diamondy shape.

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