Dream 1
I saw a city at night -- rather primitive houses surrounding a tall building like a mix of a new skyscraper made of dark glass and Seattle's Space Needle, with a wide, square base.
A huge, jellyfish-shaped object like a flying saucer flew down onto the building. It had a square in its center just fitting the building's square base.
I felt that somewhere, either in the city or in the city-sized flying saucer, there was some kind of rebellion. I felt like the rebellion in the city would have been because the flying saucer would crush the city. But I realized that the revolt "probably" wasn't coming from the city.
I saw, like I was near the building, the building enter into the flying saucer. The innards were at first jagged and boxy, like nighttime skyscrapers turned at all different angles. But soon, possibly out of anger, the shapes all turned gooey and gummy, though keeping that technological dark glass under-lighting.
Dream 2
I was in a room with my friend Y. We went form the room out onto a street, walking and talking. We were then in a car, traveling through a slightly busy city.
I saw an advertisement -- a close shot of a hand on a body or two close bodies in erotic contact. The shot was in black and white. It then became a color-negative image, so the shadows were lime green highlights and the "black and white" was more copper and sepia. But when I noticed the change, the ads took on a normal color scheme.
The whole time, Y and I had been talking about normal things and how I was sorry I hadn't spoken with her in so long.
But now I "was in' a different conversation. I could hear my friend R's friend KZ talking about someone, either Y or me, about how that person was a know-it-all, but how that person acted like a know-it-all in such a meek way that anybody who called that person arrogant would seem either jealous or pathetic or cruel. I hoped KZ wasn't talking about me, even though I also felt guilt, like KZ was correct.
I stood indoors somewhere with a lot of people, fact to face with Y. Y had a zip-up hoodie sweater on, a pale, dirty blue. Some man's hand touched the zipper near Y's collarbone. Y got mad but didn't act as indignantly as she usually would. She said, "Don't touch me like that."
I looked to my right to see who the man was. At first it was Y's father.
(Continued writing at 9:01 PM at home in Brooklyn.)
I wanted to call out to him, but I couldn't remember his name. By the time I remembered, he'd changed into someone else: a younger, strong person with kind of dark, red-blonde hair and a kind of red, sunburned face.
Dream 3
I walked up a street in a nice city as I heard a movie, like somewhere I was actually watching the movie. It was Citizen Kane. At first, Kane's wife gave a monologue on how poorly Kane treated her. Then it changed to a character (played by Rita Hayworth) giving Kane a speech like, "Well, at least I know what kind of person you are now. I guess I'll just have to deal with it."
Hearing the monologues I thought, I must really have grown over the years. When I first watched Citizen Kane speeches like these, they just breezed past me. I had no idea what they meant. Now I finally understand.
Dream 4
I was in a car, driving through a busy but slightly dilapidated, somehow Latin-seeming, town. I was looking for fruit. But because it was Lent, no stores had fresh fruit. I rode past fruit carts, bodegas, and grocery stores. One store even had a huge sign over it that advertised that they had no fresh fruit. I thought maybe I should be fasting anyway, since it was Lent.
Then I went into a grocery store. They had no fresh fruit. But the older fruit they had looked fine. But I didn't want to be seen buying fruit. I knew it was a sign of weakness not to fast for Lent.
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