(9/7/06) landlady discovers my transvestism; friends don't invite me places

(Entered in paper journal at 7:34 PM at home in Brooklyn.)

Dream 1

I ran out of my apartment. I was running after my landlady. I believe I had made a complaint about my neighbor always making noise. My landlady sided with my neighbor and decided to kick me out.

It was showering, steel grey, and lighting outside. My landlady headed to a beige SUV in a driveway right by my door. I tried to throw her to the ground, but I myself fell to the ground and pulled on her dress a little.

I yelled, "Look at how things really are!" I said, "I just paid for a month. You can't kick me out now unless you wnat to give me my month back!"

My landlady ran back into my house, which was about twice as big as it was in waking life. She went to my closet (she had originally come into my apartment through a door in my closet (which existed in waking life)). She saw some of my girl clothes.

My landlady grabbed some of my girl clothes. She yelled, "What is this? I didn't know about this when you moved in! I can't let you stay!"

Dream 2

I was in a dining room and then a kitchen in the dark. Somewhere my cell phone was buzzing. Finally I picked it up. But I had missed the call. I felt like the person I had missed would make trouble for me as a payback.

Dream 3

I was in a dim dining room with my friend R. It was a lightless room with a kind of cold light coming from somewhere else.

R was panicking. He had missed a phone call from the members of the improv comedy troupe we'd been in together in college. R told me, "Now I won't be able to go to the show." (The show was some kind of "competition" where they invited people from the audience on stage.)

I started to tell R he could go anyway. But then I realized R was making a big deal of the situation, not because he was worried about being able to go. He seemed pretty sure he would be able to go. Instead, he wanted to call attention to the fact that he had been invited by our friends to go while I hadn't.

I yelled at R for gloating over getting preferential treatment from our friends. R underhandedly responded, "Well, you can go, too. Nobody's stopping you."