(11/13/06) that's not above montgomery, is it?; the special dining ware

(Entered in paper journal at 6:31 PM on Brooklyn-bound Q-train from 57th Street and 7th in Manhattan.)

Dream 1

I was on a suburban street corner. A young, Mexican boy walked up to me and asked where some place was. I pointed in one direction, but that meant I was pointing in the other direction. I believe I was giving directions to Flatbush.

The boy asked, "That's not above Montgomery, is it?"

I said, "No, no. It's below."

Dream 2

A dinner at my friend R's house (?). I was pulling out the plates, maybe washing them. But I had to pull a special plate and a big, green, plastic spoon out of a tote bag (like black rubber, like the material for fishermen's overalls).