(11/2/04) isolating diseased fossils

(Dream entered only in daytime paper journal. No time/place info for entry.)

One dream slightly remembered from last night.

Dream 1

I was outside a tall building, possibly in the plot for another tall building. The area was fenced off. Inside were huge dinosaur fossils. Something in these fossils or in other fossils like these ones was causing some kind of terminal disease for people all over America. I think it was something inside the fossils of a certain dinosaur, so that if the fossils broke open, the germ dust would spray out.

I had to inspect these fossils. I was hung down or else I simply hovered over the completed and arranged skeleton, which was maybe fifty feet tall. I could feel the doom and death inside this skeleton. I knew that this thing had to be removed.

Now it seemed like either the skeleton of a building or some kind of parking lot structure was being built or was built around the skeleton. I climbed up this structure, from floor to floor. On one floor, empty otherwise, I found a large dinosaur skull. I could tell that this also was diseased. So I grabbed it by its beak-like mouth and carried it with my left hand as I climbed down the floors somehow with my legs and right arm. The skull was large, maybe four feet long.

The lower floors were like some kind of museum without any discernible exhibits. People saw me scaling down the floors. A lot of them, kids especially, ran to the edges of the floors, which were now barred by metal guardrails. Everybody thought I was bringing down a  new exhibit. They huddled closer to me. But I needed them to get away. The skull was diseased. I needed to get it into an isolated place so I could prepare to remove it.

There was a small square roped off on one of the floors, right at the edge. So I dropped the skull right there. But as soon as I did, a ton of people were running up to it. I picked it right back up and climbed farther down.

Now I was in some smallish room like a mix between a hallway and an employee's lounge. I stood facing a businessman, some kind of upper-middle-management boss. Next to me, possibly standing in the doorway of an elevator, stood a guy who looked something like Joe Strummer (?).

I was trying to convince the boss to let something happen that needed to happen before "JS" could start his mission, as something like a flying soldier fighting against living dinosaur skeletons (by flying I mean that he likely flew with something like a jet pack attached to him).

Somehow, while waiting for this tightwad boss to make his decision, "JS" and I lgot sidetracked by talking about The Clash, whom "JS" also liked. But then he started mentioning all these songs that "were from" London Calling. I didn't know any of them. I pulled the CD out from somewhere and looked on the back for the song list. the whole last two-thirds of the album was unknown to me.

I felt like a moron. I thought that if "JS" discovered how little of this album I knew he'd think I was just some "trendy" who only knew The Clash's most popular songs, like everybody else.

(11/23/04) alien seagull; gangster football lingerie; aliens in chicago or detroit

(NOTE: A lot of my dreams in the earlier notebooks were written immediately as I woke up. Partially because of this, the language in the dreams is sometimes very awkward. In particular, the tenses of my verbs change within the course of my entry. Where clarity is not completely sacrificed, I am going to keep this awkward language.)

(Entered in paper journal at 5 AM, most likely at my friend R's house in Brooklyn.)

Dream 1

Begins like a movie. Girl drives down highway on sunny day in farm-like, hilly country, talks about normal life, how she's an alien.

Then I and some woman are in a strange vehicle in front of a poor-looking house. Daytime. The woman goes up and unlocks the front door even though we're not supposed to.

Something like a seagull with an ostrich head kept poking its head through the tattered door. Now it comes out. The vehicle is like a spaceship. This bird was close to me. It comes up and puts my right arm in its mouth, lifts it up a bit, then walks away, as if to say, Don't move, I'm coming back.

I see in a "spaceship" to my right are two other humanoids. But the way behind me and to my left is a tall, tall spaceship like something eaten out hollow, as if the spaceship had been made of bloody meat.

The seagull walks up a ladder. I feel a sinking in my stomach. I know the gull will find two more dead gulls. She will want to drag them up. I hope the doesn't get diseases.

But when she drags them up they're like stuffed animals. My friend says, "This is all a display for children. It's safe for the gull, too. In fact in the other spaceship," (the one to my right) "all the severed feet and eyeballs are only stuffed."

Now suddenly I was in some huge store, by some crates of powdered cocoa in gold-colored tin, pulling the shrink wrap off it all. Some girl from a group of other folks came up and pulled a few tins up to start stocking shelves to look like she was working.

Dream 2

I went up an escalator to a floor with lingerie and tried to get away from some gangster-like folks so I could try some stuff on. They guys talked about a Broncos or Giants game.

Dream 3

I wanted to wash some dishes for my friends ML and MK, but MK said no, one of the movies is too confusing. He then showed me a cartoon from some video about aliens in which there was a video resembling either Chicago or Detroit.