(4/6/05) derailed subway train; only 3:11

(Entered in paper journal at 5:50 AM at home in Harlem.)

Dream 1

I was on a subway train with some friends or coworkers. I think the train was an A-train, but it may have been one of the orange trains. The train pulled out of its tracks, drove up onto the platform, and backed down into the track on the other (to us, the left) side of the platform. When we dropped down it was like we dropped into a train well fifteen or so feet deep. I saw all of this like I was in the front of the train and looking out a side window that was tall and wide and nice and clean.

I was now walking down onto a subway platform, I think for the N- and R-trains, while some friends waited in an upstairs area for me. When I got downstairs, pink taping blocked the platform off, except a small space, where three or four buy-eyed, white bums sat staring at me. There were a couple signs that said the N- and R-trains were out of service for a couple days. Then there was a list of trains running.

Something like an A- or C-train was coming at 6:33, then going downtown before heading back uptown. I figured that would be our best bet. I wondered if my friends would be okay with this or if I had gotten us so lost so far that they didn't even want to trust me anymore.

Dream 2

I lay in bed and looked at my clock. I saw that it was only 3:11, not 4:53 as I had thought it would be, based on the last time I looked at my clock.

(4/2/06) bracelet and eyeglasses; derailed subway train

(Entered in paper journal at 2:02 PM at Starbucks on Pearl Street and Hanover Square in Manhattan.)

Dream 1

Two images. First, a bracelet, on an arm (right arm?), that changed from one style to a band of "pearls" that were more like small, circular diamonds set or strung closely together. The diamonds were maybe one-tenth of an inch in diameter and were placed ten to the width of the band. Second, eyeglasses, the frames of which were "chains" of dull, silvery metal that was thin but stiff.

Dream 2

I was on a subway train traveling above ground. I was trying to figure out if I was on the right train to get home. I was talking this over with my friend M from the Americorps program I'd done with the New York City Parks.

I figured we were on the right train. But then we made a turn off one set of tracks and onto another that headed away from "the river." I was a little panicked, but more upset that I'd have to backtrack to get back to the right train.

Now the train headed up a bridge. At first the train went on a set of tracks. But then it started traveling on the road. I was afraid. M and I screamed. But I think eventually we started cheering.