Monday, February 6, 2017

(9/24/06) bomb in the desert; lighthouse post office; videotaped beatings

(Entered in paper journal at 9:15 AM at Ozzie's coffee shop on Garfield and 5th Avenue in Brooklyn.)

Dream 1

A huge crowd of people stood before something like a desert at the edge of a city of enormous buildings. The people were separated from the "desert" by police barricades. But I was in the desert. In some place behind me a nuclear bomb was going to go off or be dropped.

I hurried to and behind the barricades, into the huge crowd of people. I had been blind with frenzy. But even now, on the side of the people, I was terrified. I had no idea how everybody thought just standing behind the barricade would save them from a close blast whose destruction would span for miles and miles.

I knew I had to get to a bomb shelter in one of the buildings. I ran through the streets, against the flow of everybody who ran to the barricades to see the blast. I was trying to get as deep into the city as I could. Then I would go down in to a shelter. I could see the deep blackness of the shelter.

Dream 2

It was a stormy afternoon, dark grey. I ran up a hill to a lighthouse (?).


There was a house, a "post office," at the base of the lighthouse. I had sent a FedEx package through this office. I wanted to make sure it reached its destination (which, apparently, was this post office).

I came in out of the rain, soaked. Someone (?) was with me. A nice, oldish, fattish "fisherman's wife" kind of woman sat at a desk in this homey, cluttered, office space. One of us wore a yellow raincoat.

The post office woman handed me a big, thick FedEx package. I tore it open. I believe if there was someone with me, I didn't want that person to see the contents of the package, which (she?) would try to steal.

But it turned out this wasn't the package I was looking for after all, but a package I had sent myself. I wondered if the package I was really looking for (i.e. the one I had sent myself) wasn't being kept from em by both the person with me and the post office woman.

Dream 3

A TV show interviewing a woman who had been severely beaten by her boyfriend. The woman wanted videotapes her boyfriend had of her having been beaten. At first the TV show host and "we viewers" thought she wanted the tapes for evidence during the trial (which was already stacked against the man completely). But then the woman said a whole list of videotapes she wanted from the man, things from before she even knew the man.

The list of videotapes came up on a television screen somewhere in the studio. There was a whole outline of things the man had done to the woman. It was suddenly clear, and the TV show host said so, that the woman wanted all these tapes because the bad things the man had done in the past really turned her on. In fact, the videotapes of the woman being beaten also turned the woman on.

Looking at the list of the man's acts, I couldn't believe the only thing this TV show spoke about was the man beating up this woman. The man had done a lot of awful things.

The TV show host (a woman?) was chastising the woman for getting aroused by videotapes of herself being beaten. But now the woman was a man (?) and was talking about a disease that bent his penis into a Z-shape. There was a view of the virus (?) that caused this disease. Then there was a view of the man's penis, which looked like a white straw bent into a Z-shape.

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