(11/1/06) one of the most beautiful of all places; lying to prove innocence; moldy feet; clean dirty face

(Entered in paper journal at 5:34 PM on Q-train from 57th Street and 7th Avenue in Manhattan to Brooklyn.)

Dream 1

I was in an airport. I was supposed to pick up luggage which my maternal grandfather had sent. I would send the luggage to him so he could go on a flight. The pickup room was wide, small, grey, with grey carpet and full of folding tables. It was busy, but I didn't have to stand in line.

The worker (behind a folding table) gave me three bags. He said, "So I see your grandfather is going to XXXXX." (Czechoslovakia? The Czech Republic?)

I was surprised by this. I said, "It couldn't be."

I looked at the tags on my grandpa's luggage. Each tag named a place my grandpa had been approved to go to. One piece had a tag saying Russia. Another had a tag saying Prague. The one in the middle had a tag saying, "One of the most beautiful of all places." I was happy that my grandpa got to go there. I also thought when I saw the Prague sticker, Well, there you are -- XXXXX (the Czech Republic?) after all.

The worker told me, "It seems like you waited too long for this -- look at the dates."

One of the tags had my grandpa approved for travel for November 22nd. I realized that it wa November 23rd or that I wouldn't be able to get the bag to my grandpa until November 23rd.

I was in a large area or hallway full of restaurant tables. A wide window showed a few airplanes. I fell backwards, possibly over a seat, full of grief that I had missed the shipment date for my grandpa's luggage. I thought, There still has to be a way he can go.

Dream 2

Somebody at work had done something bad. The only or the key way to prove it was by using my acquaintance with my co-worker AB as evidence. So AB and I had to act like we didn't know each other.

We were in a big, empty room like a classroom, with hard, concrete floors and a bleachers-style stepping up of concrete towards the back wall. I sat on the steps.

Our department director JS walked in to investigate. AB came up and introduced herself to me as if we had met for the first time. When she did this, JS was satisfied. She walked out, excusing whatever bad thing had been done.

Dream 3

I got out of the show and saw my ankles were covered in a dark, dull, pine-green mold. I couldn't believe it. I looked again. A lot of places on my feet were patched with quarter-sized spots of this mold. I wondered how I could let myself get so dirty.

Dream 4

I sat on a weird, tall couch with my co-worker FA. I was flirting with her. She was going to let me seduce her. But when I looked at her again, her face was somehow very dirty -- it was like she had acne, but the acne wasn't really there. Her face wasn't dirty -- but it was.