(7/25/06) excel formula; wet dog and overflowing bathroom; a city-like cathedral; office and police

(Entered in paper journal at 6:39 AM on Q-train from 7th Avenue in Brooklyn to 57th Street and 7th Avenue in Manhattan.)

Dream 1

I was doing an Excel spreadsheet and remembered something, some formula, I should have put in at the very beginning.

I stood outside, by a car, thinking of the formula. Somehow I felt I was being pushed or edged out of something.

Dream 2

I was looking for my friend R's dog. She was in the bathroom, in the dark, laying in the tub. The tub had a little water in it. I called the dog. She stood up and went out. Her stomach was all wet. I wondered if she would get sick.

I turned off the light. I was surprised by there being about two or three inches of water on the floor. I heard water from somewhere. The sink was full but not overflowing. The bathtub was now overflowing and rushing with water and bits of toilet paper.

I thought, It would have been easier if it had just been the sink overflowing. Now everything was overflowing, and the bathroom was filling with water.

Dream 3

I was in a house with my friends R and L. I was flying around. The place was tall and bright, but dumpy, like it was made out of corrugated metal or patchy, pale blue plaster.

We were planning on going somewhere together. I knew the place. I flew to the doors and locked them. One door in particular seemed very wintry, like a door to a little pre-entrance in a mountain cabin. The door had just a small bolt-latch.

I felt a group of men (three?) behind me, waiting for us to leave. I thought they were waiting for us to leave the place so they could rob it.

I grabbed a book of Emily Dickinson's poems. Dickinson had written a few (rather bulky) poems about where we were going. One of the poems spoke of going to the place in an airplane. There was a lithograph (?) of the place -- a cathedral of almost city-like complexity on a hillside.

I saw the place in my mind. It was a cloudy day, misty, cool. There were a green hillside and huge, grey boulders. The building was colored baked, pale orange, golden tan, etc. I thought of how wonderful it would be for my body to fly through that beautiful complexity.

Suddenly there was a shock (which I believe was a group of guys outside, in waking life, yelling). The "mind's image" became a drawing or painting in a book I held in the house. It got blurrier and blurrier.

Dream 4

My coworker CJ sat at the desk behind my desk. He had a bagel and something else. We were laughing about something in particular about work. Then CJ mentioned calling the police. I told CJ not to worry about it, as XXXXX was no longer a problem.