(10/23/06) gotta make way for the homo superior; drug/panty raid

(Entered in paper journal at 7 PM at home in Brooklyn.)

Dream 1

The gas station by Gaiten Academy in Stephen King's Cell. Alice (not Tom) and Clay watch the book woman and the Twinkie man arguing. The book woman and Twinkie man calm down and begin sharing.

A narrator explains that just as the Pulse stripped these people down to the aggressive core only to build up their telepathic abilities, it also stripped them down to help them build up love toward one another.

I hear the narrator say, "KASHWAK = NO-FO was meaningless to all of them. There was no meaning to it, and it gave nobody a reason for panicking."

I considered how the rapid development of these new beings (the "phone crazies") was making them superior to "regular" humans, and how maybe it was actually time for the new humans to arrive and the old humans to pass away.

Dream 2

I was in a huge bathroom in what was something like an office floor full of huge bedrooms. I sat on the edge of a wide bed, the left side, pulling on a pair of work pants. I had my dresser drawer open, and I could see a couple pairs of panties inside one, hidden under some clothes. I thought I should close the drawer quickly before anybody saw.

My co-worker JBS looked in through the window-wall, which was covered in half-closed blinds. He was laughing before I could shut the drawer. I thought he was laughing at my panties. But he was laughing at my pants, the left leg of which had a girls' shirt stuck to it by static cling. I brushed the shirt into an open drawer and closed the drawer right away.

Now JBS and a few other people from work, mostly unknown, but led by CB, stood in my doorway. CB said, "We've secured the right to inspect your room, based on behavior that leads us to believe you were doing drugs."

All the people carried thick binders. I knew this had to do with our job. I wanted a binder, too. So they gave me one. They said they would be back to inspect my room later.

I threw the binder on my bed. I went to my dresser. I panicked and pulled all the panties I could out of my dresser. I knew I didn't do or have drugs, but that my girl clothes would make me stock.

I was putting all my girl clothes in a plastic bag. I was amazed by how many different kinds of panties I had. I thought, I haven't worn these in so long? Why? I took the panties over to the other side of my room, where, presumably, I was throwing them away for good before anyone came into my room.

As I walked to the other side of the room I remembered CB saying (so vividly I could feel it in my ears), "Look what a wreck you've let your place become. Who wouldn't think you're on drugs? There are even wood chips all over your room. How does anybody get wood chips in their room?"

I looked on the right side of my bed and saw the floor slightly scattered with old, grey wood chips. I saw that even my bed had wood chips all over it. I was disgusted with myself.