(5/27/05) angry friend; zip-line steamboy cliff notes; a woman and her human dog

(Entered in paper journal at 6:15 AM at home in Harlem.)

Dream 1

I was in a big, dark room, like a gymnasium that was used for a dance or a concert. The floor was carpeted, and I think there was a wooden, black stage, maybe two, somewhere: one stage on the left side of the room, and one on the right.

I walked up to some friends but didn't feel wanted. As I walked away, my friend ML came up behind me. He pushed me roughly in the back a few times. I think he was also saying some intimidating stuff.

I turned around. He motioned me to go to another corner of the room. Once we got there he stood in front of me. He was wearing a dark trench coat, a dark, purplish shirt, and dark pants. His hair was longish, and he had a beard.

For a moment I was happy, thinking that finally ML and I were going to hang out and joke around. But now ML just looked mean and upset, like someone just bent on being angry.

Dream 2

I was at "my mom's house." I knelt (?) in front of an entertainment center, right in front of the TV screen. I watched a computer animation of a group of red-uniformed soldiers attaching to a zip-line and zipping down from an incredible height in the clouds. The scenery for the computer animation was only half-finished. It was like I was watching a "making-of" documentary.

My mom sat in a couch to my right. I told her, "This scene reminds me of Steamboy."

She said, "This is Steamboy."

I said, "Oh, you bought the DVD?"

I looked in my mom's entertainment center and found a double-disc DVD case for Steamboy. The cover art was of black and yellow fog and some kind of cartoon emerging.

Dream 3

I was working in some small shop (the space devoid of everything except the counter (empty) and a chair in front of the counter). The shop was at the end of a thin, dark hallway.

Two women came in. One sat down. They both looked like attractive businesswomen. I could only see the seated woman's face.

The standing woman asked me a question. I answered. Something in my answer came out as an insult to her. She remained composed but had a glint of cruelty in her eyes. She said she was leaving. She called the seated woman like she'd call a dog, then walked down the hallway.

The seated woman, who looked depressed and ashamed, stood up. She was wearing only a fishnet bodysuit that went from the base of her neck down to cover her feet -- like a onesie, except entirely made of fishnet material. She followed the other woman like a dog would.

(9/1/06) my brother's and my music; a DVD case; wearing girl clothes and jumping up steps

(Entered in paper journal at 9:33 AM at Starbucks on 43rd Street and 3rd Avenue in Manhattan.)

Dream 1

I sat in the backseat of a white car, on the driver's side. I was with my brother. We both may have been wearing white. I had put in some music. My brother, in the front passenger seat, hung back to face me between the two front seats.

My brother spoke about the music I chose in a somewhat derogatory way. I got angry and rushed to change the CD to whatever music my brother wanted. As I was speaking my brother was plugging headphones into a white tape recorder. He started listening to his own music -- some kind of rap. He sat forward in his seat.

I think I had been yelling at my brother. He was now crying that I had gotten so mad at him for just making a statement -- that I had thought he was trying to make me stop listening to my music. I tried to comfort my brother in apology. I ran my fingers through his hair on the back of his head.

Dream 2

I was in a white room, before a white CD player. Someone was showing me a CD or DVD about a Rolling Stones concert. There was a case for a recordable DVD. The case had red or green pen-writing on it.

Dream 3

I was in a huge, beautiful, wood-walled room a few floors up in a building. I was wearing women's clothing -- a white tank-top, blue jeans, and pink underwear. I realized all the people around me (in a class? coworkers? -- definitely standing around a leader before a TV or blackboard/whiteboard) would soon realize I was in girl clothes.

I thought I should change. But instead I went downstairs to find a (videotape?) we had forgotten for our meeting. Heading back up the beautiful, dark wood staircase, which went in a square, I found I could jump up entire flights. Some people may have come in at some point to taunt me.

(3/28/09) movies you don't ever want to see

(Entered in paper journal at 10:15 AM at home.)

Dream #1

I was in a video store. The place was well lit, but the walls and ceiling were dark. The shelves were metal frame style shelves, mostly about shoulder-height. The place was large, and there were a few other people around.

I found a shelf of lesbian movies -- really, lesbian erotica. The cases of the movies were all dark. They were either, or both, VCR cassette cases and DVD cases. There were little cover pictures and blurbs on each case. Most of the blurbs were written like copy for a porn magazine. I was intrigued by it, but I also felt ashamed for looking at such obviously pornographic material.

There was a wide "doorway" into another section or room of the store. I walked toward it. At some point before I got into the room I saw a shelf full of pornographic films with the title PIG or P.I.G. I didn't even want to look at these cases: I knew those films were really twisted.

In the other room there was another shelf full of lesbian movies. A sign above the shelf said something like, "Due to popular demand, we have brought in more of these enticing movies." The sign may also have said something about enjoying the movies in the summer heat.

Whereas the movies I had previously been looking at were lesbian movies that seemed to have a lesbian erotica edge, these movies were really just flat-out lesbian porn. I walked way from the shelf, not really interested.

There was a tall, wall-sized shelf before me. All the movies on this file were from the PIG series. I only saw the sides of the boxes. Each box-side had a picture. I had the feeling that these films were like porn, but that they also had something like real torture or death scenes in them. I turned away and walked off to the right.

A wall-height shelf to the right had a sign over it saying, "MOVIES YOU DON'T EVER WANT TO SEE." This shelf of movies had the faces of the boxes all showing. I could tell these were movies with real death scenes in them.

I tried not to look at any of the boxes, but I saw a photo (as big as on a poster) of a heavy, dark-skinned, Hispanic (?) man with long, straight, black hair. The man wore a red t-shirt and had his hands folded as if in prayer. Between the man's hands was the end of the man's hair, or else something like hair, which was coated in or transforming into a mass of congealed blood.

I saw another photo, this one only the size of a video cassette case's front, of a young, white man with short, red hair. The young man wore a black t-shirt. Out of the left side of the man's head grew another head, which was like the man's first head, except grey and distorted.