(1/28/06) saints and wonders in a filthy car

(Entered in paper journal at 9:07 AM at Starbucks on Flatbush Avenue and Atlantic Avenue in Brooklyn.)

Dream 1

I was in a bedroom or living room with my friend R and possibly his girlfriend L. R kept fiddling around with his fingers to annoy me while I was talking with him. I finally got angry and told him to stop. He stared at me with a blank face -- half hurt and half challenging.

I was walking along through the parking lot of a large shopping center like the JCRS in Denver. After a bit I may have been in a car.

Now I stood behind one car with my mom. A second vehicle pulled up. It was boxy like a kind of new Jeep Cherokee, in a modern, pale steel-green color ("platinum green"). A Mexican man like one of my mom's male friends got out of the vehicle. The man was a salesman. He was trying to sell us the green car, or at least get us to take it.

I looked inside the vehicle. It was clean. I really wanted the vehicle just because it was clean. Nevertheless I felt like we were being cheated. And besides, I didn't know how long the car could stay clean.

My mom said, "We'll talk it over and get back to you."

I tossed a book into my mom's car in the back seat on the driver's side. I noticed that my mom's car was so dirty. It was so full of garbage. I didn't know how anybody could even sit back there. The outside of the car was like an Eagle, except with more of a sedan feel to it. I got into the front seat on the passenger side. My mom got in on the driver's side.

I looked back to the book I'd tossed into the backseat. I'd also thrown one or two other books on the heap of garbage (which did and didn't exist?) at my feet in the front seat. One of the books had a title like Wizards and Wonders or Saints and Wonders. It was an old book with a paper dust jacket with a design like a English or Irish castle on a hillside done in the style of an Asian scroll. The castle may have been colored burgundy and the hillside, jade. The jacket had clear cellophane (library style) over it.

Part of me wanted to hide the book, probably from my mom. But another part of me wanted to talk about the book. The garbage in the car made me uupset. There were a lot of donut holes in the garbage. The donut holes may have been covered in coconut.

I think I knew my mom was going to take the other car. She looked over at me somewhat seriously. She said, "Before you leave" (i.e. head back to New York) "I need you to take this car down to XXXXX." (The car wash?) "I need you to give it a cleaning."

Then she said, very deliberately, "I need you to clean out the whole thing, all the way. Then you can go." I'm pretty sure by that she meant to say, "You can take the car with you."