(5/27/06) maverick's crash; shower by the fridge

(Entered in paper journal at 10:11 AM at Starbucks on 1st Street and 7th Avenue in Brooklyn.)

Dream 1

I was walking with my friend R and some other man down a vacant city street on a sunny day. We walked up to an orange Ford Maverick with its back end halfway up on the sidewalk and all its doors open.

I was very surprised and happy to see a Ford Maverick. I yelled to R, "This is the same kind of car that I -- that I --" I think I was trying to say, "the same kind of car that I got into a car crash in." But I couldn't figure out how a person would say that.

R and possibly the other person didn't wait for me to finish. He/they said, "All the doors are open. Let's steal it!" I knew they wanted to do something bad with it and probably do something bad to me afterwards. I didn't get into the car. The car drove off, though at least R was in the backseat and probably nobody was in the driver's seat.

The car drove across the street (day turned instantly to night), not down the street. Before the car got all the way across the street it was smashed on both sides by three cars.

I looked inside the car. One man had gotten out. R was still inside, hunched forward over the back of the driver's seat. It looked like he was knocked out or asleep. But I was pretty sure he was dead. I knew he couldn't hurt me now. But I was also afraid of seeing the dead body of someone I knew so well. And I also was afraid that he really wasn't dead.

Dream 2

I was in a shower in someone else's house -- a good friend's house. The shower opened by the curtain directly to the hallway and across from the kitchen.

Two friends of my good friend walked into the house. They may have been staying there for a while.

I slid the shower curtain open to see who was there. I partially closed it when I saw they were right there by the fridge. But I kept it a little open to say hi to them, even though I didn't necessarily know them.

One person was a man like B, one of the workers at Inwood Park I'd met while with Americorps: a little trendy-looking, tall, straight-laced, but scruffy. The other person was a transgender person like Ignacio in the Almodovar film Bad Education mixed with the transgender person I worked with sometimes at Riverside Park.

I kept trying to get a direct look at the transgender person, but I couldn't. She even seemed to shrink, become fat and dumpy, and finally to become a woman and not a transgender person at all.

I was then in a bedroom. My brother sat on a bed. He had a screenplay he was showing me. He asked a couple questions about it. I was trying to encourage him and let him know that he had a good chance of being successful.

But now another guy came into the room and said something really mean and intimidating to both me and my brother. I was suddenly afraid to tell my brother he could actually be successful.