(3/29/06) death videos back from the dead; the third rail

(NOTE FOR DREAM 1 -- For a while I had the practice of sketching out my dreams as I woke up from them. The sketched out dreams would then be expanded into the fully written dreams later in the day. I eventually stopped this practice. I felt like it was better just to carry my dreams with me and write them down in a brief form later on in the day. However, in this entry, it looks like I reverted to sketching out my dream -- though I don't see the fully-written dream in this notebook. So Dream 1 is in a very sketchy form.)

(Entered in paper journal at 1:50 AM at home in Brooklyn.)


Dream 1

Night -- death videos with friends -- shoot man in head silver gun -- videos finish -- "go to bed" -- "better to be made fun of" -- man call for woman "babysitter" come back -- i'm floating off -- parking lot, mall -- hear sister talk "death videos" "seal eats child, forty miles per hour" -- in mall, woman can't get inside, finds door -- in restaurant, breakfast spot, chinese people -- seals by windows "really children juggling?" no -- everybody smoking -- i order -- order comes -- credit card, lady goes -- i leave tip -- man pushes me -- takes tip -- i tell him be polite, tell him about my job, can't remember, try to talk about Americorps -- now girls all around -- try to tell them move -- have to go -- in camera store -- aquariums, sunlight, fish, blue rocks, want camera -- stroking beard, ask man, beard chokes me, go away, beard fine -- ask man about film camera -- says not worth it, but -- i'll put on hold -- $20? -- makes receipt out of blue gym mats -- ... -- in race with friends after "pit of doom" -- they beat me -- back in pit of doom -- died -- back from dead -- running back into crowd -- see friends, not as cool as i thought -- run with huge crowd down rocky, beautiful slope grass slope to "park gates" -- also symbolize death? -- already see friends down there, out of shape, i'm surprised -- everybody wearing grey t-shirt dark grey shorts or sweat pants

Dream 2

(Entered in paper journal at 5:21 PM on Q-train from 57th Street and 7th Avenue in Manhattan toward Brooklyn.)

I was in a car with "my family." It was day. We were possibly driving to someone's house. But now some of us were in the car and already at or near the house.

My mom and my oldest nephew D were by some train tracks and behind me, possibly by another car. I was walking ahead of them, leaving them behind to get to the place. But I looked back because I felt bad leaving my mom and D. I saw D was about to touch the "third rail" on the train tracks.

-----?----- I yelled, "Don't you dare let him touch that rail!" My mom stopped D. I decided that we should all ride together.

We were traveling along a hilly suburban road, like in a developing mountain town. Now we were at the house, which was plain and solidly purplish-blue, like a painted plywood board.

My friend CV stepped out and shook my hand, talking about how long he had waited -- how much everybody had hoped -- for me to get here. I thought his manner of speech was somewhat weird, like a sweet old lady speaking. And I'm pretty sure I didn't think I was supposed to go into the house. At least, I couldn't stand everybody being focused on me.