(8/20/06) i can't throw dog toys well; humble thyself; the student project

(Entered in paper journal at 9:20 AM at Ozzie's coffee shop at Garfield and 5th Avenue in Brooklyn.)

Dream 1

I was in a dim living room with a lot of people. I had been throwing a ball to a dog, maybe my friend R's dog. Now my friend R threw the ball to show how well the dog caught when he threw, to prove how much she liked him, and how well he through.

Everybody else in the room felt bad for me, and eventually R painted over his strategy by saying something like, "Well, maybe she wasn't warmed up enough."

I threw a hamburger squeak toy (one of the dog's favorite toys in waking life). The dog fumbled it. I threw the toy some more. After a couple throws and fumbles, the toy became a cassette tape, which was also playing somewhere -- the song "Wild Horses," by the Rolling Stones.

The dog was now somehow my brother. "He" said, "I can't catch when this music is playing. Something about this band blocks my attention."

Dream 2

I walked into a church/classroom. My boss BS was there. The atmosphere was deep yellow from light through the windows.

BS was indignant because he had to teach a certain group of children. I was trying to tell him that there was really something good about these children. I told him, "Remember, the Bible says, 'Humble thyself in the sight of the Lord.'"

BS started yelling at  me, "I don't want some nobody like you telling me to humble myself. I'll humble you if you give me that shit!"

Somehow BS calmed down. The kids came in to learn. I was down steps as if walking toward a lower-level side-exit. I could hear myself somewhere, singing the "Humble Thyself" song. I could feel that BS had accepted his role.

Dream 3

A group of Latino kids and I were outside in a gnarled garden that was their house. Something about it couldn't be helped. We all had to pack up and go to a place in the mountains to fix up the forest there.

We got to the spot. An area of the ground was plowed over. The rest was thick with vegetation.

Some of the kids said something like, "We don't regret having to do this at all, regardless of what you might have thought. We've been looking for a project we felt like we'd actually have a chance to succeed at."

I was now a woman (the teacher or leader of the kids, as I had been as myself). I was also some non-present observer. "I"/"the woman" was driving in a car with a man. The car was full of stuff, like the man and woman were moving across the country.

The woman was so happy (about the kids) she was singing. She was singing a song in Spanish that turned out to be an advertisement for Coca-Cola. When she realized the absurdity, she began laughing. But now she sang a song about a product called SoyPro.