(1/9/06) the ant colony; re-destined; ride to the airport

(Entered in paper journal at 5:52 PM at Flying Saucer Cafe in Brooklyn.)

Dream 1

I was in a park. There were groups of children playing different types of games. One group may have had a kite or kites. Another group may have had a ball that was deflating. I tried to prove myself to each group, running from group to group. At the last group, I (?) managed to get the ball lost. I had to chase after it, still pretending I knew what I was doing. A woman to my right was watching me.

The park lawn gave way to a forest. I "had to" jump over some small depressions. I may have seen a tree fall into one of the depressions. I had to jump over or onto the fallen tree to get across the depression. The tree lay down into the shallow crevice.

I jumped onto the tree, not knowing whether that was a mistake. The bark crumbled completely and ants flushed out everywhere. They all fell to the floor of the depression. I quickly ran to the other side. The ants were after me.

After running some distance I stopped and looked back. I saw my mom's backyard and house. I knew I had made a mistake. I had broken up the ant colonies in her house.

I saw streams of tarantula hawks flying into my mom's house through the roof. I knew the tarantula hawks were going to break down the roof and basement, and that if anybody even moved in the house, the tarantula hawks would attack.

I tried to take back what I had done. I hoped for my family's safety.

Dream 2

My oldest nephew D sat on a car, somewhere near its front. I stood in front of him, telling him why he shouldn't drive the car or ride in the car. The hood to the car may have been open, though I wasn't looking inside but "seeing" the engine with my imagination.

I explained that some connection had been broken. An engine hose was gone between a supply area and a receiving area. The supply area wasn't very affected: it just stopped supplying. But the receiving area, instead of vacuuming in the supply material, was now pulling in air. The air would not only cause a strong reaction with the other chemicals in the engine, but it, being lighter, would be drawn in quickly and flood the engine. Basically, as soon as the car turned on, there would be an explosion.

I could "see" and feel that D was going to start the car and be blown up. I tried to stop him, and he seemed to listen. But it was also like he kept forgetting what I'd told him, or like he was constantly being re-destined to be blown up in the car.

Dream 3

I was in an office or some housing for office people. I had to catch a flight that left at 10 AM. I had been talking about the flight all morning long, but I had never paid attention to the time. It was 7 AM. I needed to get going. I asked a few people if they could give me a ride to the airport. But nobody would, or else they wanted to wait a long time before they would give me a ride.

(2/5/06) ghost ants; david bowie and the black man

(Entered in paper journal at 10:05 AM at Starbucks on 57th Street and 7th Avenue in Manhattan.)

Dream 1

I was somewhere like a national park visitor center or some camp center in the woods. I sat with my back against a tree. My legs were bare and bent up against my chest. Some ants, not many, but rather large, maybe two inches long, and colored like a bruising sweetgum leaf in late November, pink and purple, crawled near me and then up onto my legs.

The ants were going through a mating process. I had to gather them up while they were doing this. But I was too fascinated watching them to do anything. But now as they finished they dissolved, or rather deflated like dry husks and then fizzed away. I knew I had missed my chance to take their magic.

There were other ants, and these now crawled up on me. I thought, I have the chance to take the magic again. But I didn't want to touch the ants because I thought they were diseased. Also, these ants were clear, like soba noodles (?). I thought they were like ghosts of the ants that had already mated. These ants would walk up on my knees and "vomit" a thick, yellow glop out of their foreheads. Then they and the glop would fizz and spike violently.

Two "researchers" saw what was going on. They and I took samples of the fizz (this, by the way, was impossible -- the ants vanished in the fizz; the fizz didn't exist afterwards) in to a little, shed-like laboratory. I stood at a weird angle relative to the "researchers," like I was up in a corner of the room, looking down at them.

The researchers stood over a white, square, plastic tub of water. They figured either that the ants fizzed because of a disease or that they fizzed into a disease. If either of these hypotheses turned out positive, I was probably going to die from the disease.

The researchers dropped the fizz into the water. This may have been done by "pinching" water out of something like a plastic thermos-lid-like cup and then sprinkling the "pinched" water into the tub. The fizz created a violent fizzing on a small area in the center of the surface of the water. This really didn't mean anything, one way or the other -- yet.

I couldn't stay in the room any longer. I figured I was just going to die. I went out to find more ants. I wanted to prove they didn't have a disease.

Dream 2

I saw a video of David Bowie and a black man singing at a concert. the black man was large and had his head resting joyfully on David Bowie's left shoulder.

I now saw a newspaper photo of David Bowie being kissed and held by the black man. The black man didn't really want people to know about his relationship with David Bowie, but he also liked him, and they were "awesome" in concert.

Now David Bowie and the black man were singing a catchy song I didn't really like. The stage had a crystal-blue background against which everything looked really nice.

Now a bunch of famous people, mostly black, came out on stage. Some people came out on a long, low, chrome motorcycle. The chorus of the catchy song was repeated over and over. Now I saw it all as if from a far back, way up seat.