(1/26/06) chicken-leg wicker spaceships; murr-duhh

(Entered in dream journal at 6:01 PM at Starbucks on 43rd Street and 3rd Avenue in Manhattan.)

Dream 1

I was outside with my family. We all launched off occasionally in spaceships. Something had happened in one of  my launches -- I had been afraid of the speed or height of my trip. I was now afraid to get on the spaceship again. So I let my sister go out on the trip instead of me. But I think I knew that sooner or later I'd have to go out on the trip. I think the accident may have been that my spaceship (or somebody's spaceship) had disintegrated.

There was some kind of different spaceship, though. It looked like a wicker basket. It was like you wrapped your body in yellow/pea-green cloths and got into the wicker basket (which was much smaller than an adult human body) and put a wicker lid on top of the basket. This ship may have been much, much safer. But I was still afraid.

People may, meanwhile, have been taking spaceships nearby (probably the "regular" kind -- which were still like small capsules, except a little bigger and made of "spaceship material"). I'm pretty sure nobody in my family was flying, though.

I "saw" the ship. You had to fly with your legs sticking out through holes in the front of the ship. The legs I saw were "chicken legs." I thought, The legs would get burnt off that way. But then I realized the legs, my legs, were "chicken legs" and could not get burnt off because they were so solid.

Then I saw a skinny, tall, black man in reflective sunglasses that reflected the desert floor and sky. The man grinned gloatingly at me. He had been on a ship and gotten burnt to death, probably. It was like now he wanted other people to die, like he actually tried to make them die. But for some reason I think I knew that because he had died I was safe.

Now I knew I would almost certainly be safe if I rode a spaceship. But I still couldn't move. Worst of all, I'm pretty sure I was still thinking of letting my sister instead of me take what I was still afraid was an unsafe ride.

Dream 2

I was in a big bus like a tour bus for a rock band. I was trying to get some place like a job. A few people were in the bus with me -- possibly my family. I sat at a couch in the back. The windows on the bus were huge and tinted, bluish.

Two black kids, one with a red cap and sunglasses, walked around the back end of the bus somehow.

I hoped they couldn't see me behind the tinted glass of the bus windows. But the kid in the cap and sunglasses saw me. He stopped (on the left side of the bus?) can't be sure), turned slowly, glared in, and said, audibly as if he were right in the bus, "Murr-duhh." He smiled smugly with teeth that may have been capped in gold or silver.