(1/10/06) i didn't steal the panties; not quite like this

(Entered in paper journal at 7:15 AM at Starbucks on 56th Street and 6th Avenue in Manhattan.)

Dream 1

I was in a clothing store, coming back into the store, carrying a huge, messy bundle of store clothes, both male and female. I walked past a security guard who took all the clothes away from me except two pairs of green panties.

The security guard was accusing me of stealing the panties. I said, "No. They're mine. I bought them."

But, looking at the panties, I wondered why I'd bought them. They were too big for me, maybe big enough for my mom.

The security guard had an anti-theft scanner and used it on my whole pile of clothes. I tried to show the security guard on the scanner's readout that I had actually bought these panties.

Really, even though I'd bought all of this stuff, now that I saw how big it was, I wanted to put the panties back and try on other things. But now I had gotten caught up in arguing with the security guard.

Dream 2

I was driving in the desert, on a road that looked like the desert ground. It was night. I was actually in a suburban town. I was trying to get somewhere fast.

I drove along the edge of a canyon. I lost my focus. I drove into the canyon. At first I didn't know I was falling. Then I knew. I noted how interesting it felt, like I was floating in an elevator.

But then I realized I was going to die. I was terrified. But I tried not to show it. But I think I did start screaming. I also think I pulled myself out of my "body" through my head and did a kind of back flip into my sleeping body to "wake up."