(11/10/05) stabbing my friend with toenail scissors; the prismatic tiger

(Entered in paper journal at 9:27 AM at Starbucks on Astor Place in Manhattan.)

Dream 1

I was in a place like a cafe and a living room. There was a couch somewhere and only a couple tables, and the place was huge. The place was well-lit and nice, with a bit of a studio-like, unfinished feel. My friend R was behind me while I wrote. He was talking really loud and laughing in a bragging way.

I got furious. I kept silent, but I had moved somewhere else. I drew a design like this.

I noticed R was smoking. I saw R and his girlfriend L both laughing at me now, laughing that I was taking all their loud noise and smoking while I was trying to write.

I stood up and yelled at R. He tried to fight me. Somehow I grabbed him and turned him around. He wasn't wearing a shirt. I stabbed him between the ribs with a pair of toenail scissors. I "saw" I stabbed his heart. He fell backwards and looked at me as if to say, You didn't have to take your anger that far. I'm your friend.

I felt ashamed, but also happy that I was finally being taken seriously.

Dream 2

I was in a large plot of land, like a huge, landscape plot around a mansion. It was snowing. I wondered if the snow had made the tiger leave.

I looked over a stone fence (maybe five feet tall) beyond which the land sloped steeply to a pond with an island in it. A tiger waded in the pond. I was relieved. The tiger's fur was an almost prismatic stratification of orange, gold, maroon, pink and white.