(5/14/06) my roommate the black ghost; screenplay microorganisms; my boss's calendar

(Entered in paper journal at 10 AM at Ozzie's coffee shop on Garfield and 5th Avenue in Brooklyn.)

Dream 1

I was in the bathroom. I turned on the shower and heard one of my roommates walk out of his bedroom. I looked through the peephole in the bathroom door (?). I saw the roommate like a black ghost. He walked to my bedroom door. I heard a clicking or shoving. The roommate was trying to get into my room, but he couldn't. He walked back to his room.

Dream 2

I was at work. I received a manila envelope somehow as I was walking down the floor to meet someone. I didn't think about it at first. I mulled over the label and realized the sender, "ADM" (?), was a place I had submitted my screenplay to. I believe the sender's label may also have been in the recipient space.

I walked back to my desk to open the envelope. I thought, It will only take a second, and then I can get to my meeting. I walked over to my boss EB's office, perhaps to tell him about the response I had received. But when I walked to the corner with his office, the light outside his office went out. I took this to mean something bad, and I walked back to my desk. I figured if EB walked out of the office he would see me, but that he probably wasn't in his office. The place felt very busy, but I felt all alone.

I opened the package. Out spilled a typed copy of my screenplay, the notebook in which I had written my screenplay, and a slew of other papers of all sizes, from regular 8 1/2 x 11 to some hotel paper in dimensions like 6 x 9 to scraps and Post-it notes, with all different styles of writing.

I found a (handwritten?) letter which told me the screenplay had been reviewed by three different people, and their criticisms and comments were in the following bundles of papers. I believe the letter also said the screenplay had not been accepted.

I grabbed random papers. One said the screenplay was very good, that it flowed smoothly. Another few papers actually gave sketches for characters in my screenplay. They all looked weird like microorganisms. One was kind of like this.

I fumbled through the papers, trying to figure out why the people would put so much work into a rejection, down to sending me character sketches. I also waited for people in the office to walk past my desk so I could tell them about the response.

Dream 3

I sat at my coworker DE's desk, watching DE do something on the computer. Now he was on Outlook, showing me my boss BS's calendar.

DE said, "Look how much BS is going to be gone this month. That's why we have to XXXXX while he's here, to make sure everything is in good working order."

Looking at the calendar I couldn't see how DE thought BS was going to be gone so long.

Now BS walked down the floor past us without even noticing us. He stood in the corner by my desk. The floor where DE and I were was dim, like ceiling lights had gone out. But by my desk it was bright.

BS looked for me, then, not seeing me by my desk, said something like, "Where did that guy go now?" implying that I was lazy.

I stood up at that, a little annoyed to be thought of as lazy. I called for BS and raised my hand. BS saw me. I walked toward him, saying, "What did you need? I was just over here doing what you said DE and I had to do."