(2/3/06) i didn't even want to hear the rest

(Entered in paper journal at 5:40 PM at Starbucks on 23rd Street and Park Avenue in Manhattan.)

Dream 1

I was talking with a man (?) about houses in Vail, Colorado. I don't know where either of us were. My vision moved along a sunny "Main Street" style small town road, heading straight from right to left. We were chatting comfortably and it was like we were talking on the phone. But at some point the movement stopped.

The man, a real estate agent, said, "But now I see, Preemie, that you have a debt of XXXXX."

I didn't even want to hear the rest.

(10/7/07) submarine and amusement park ride

(Entered in paper journal at 12:23 PM at Starbucks at Houston Street and Hudson Street in Manhattan.)

Dream #1

I looked out a window that was tall and narrow. My mom may have been to my left. I saw a submarine emerge from the water. At first I wasn't sure it was a submarine. I just saw the surface of the vessel. But it drove forward and I saw the central portion (?) of the submarine, which tiered upward.

As I watched, the submarine was revealing itself to be much larger than I had imagined. At the top, or in the top, of the submarine, were two or three cockpits in which pilots sat. I was shouting in happiness finally to have seen such a great vessel.

Somehow my view followed the submarine as it traveled along the surface of the water. We passed some square structures like building-top fan-boxes for air conditioning systems.

I wandered off from the submarine at some point near the shore. I flew (?) through an amusement park, first through something like a maze of mirrors, then through some kind of spinning swing ride, the top of the carousel of which was lined with framed, rectangular mirrors. I descended as if diving into one of the seats.