(Entered in paper journal at 9 AM at the Tea Lounge on Union Street and 7th Avenue in Brooklyn.)
Dream 1
I was in some airport. I had had an argument with a woman who was my girlfriend. I was leaving town before she was, heading back to the town where we both lived. But then I found out she'd changed her ticket to a later time.
I decided that I wanted to make up with the woman. So I would take the same flight she was taking. When I went up to the ticket booth my "girlfriend" was standing there. I acted like I didn't see her. I asked if I could change the seating on my flight.
The ticket lady looked at my ticket and told me my flight was for 2:50, and that the flight had already left. I looked at a clock atop a computerized cash register on the counter. It said 3:38. I sighed, sure I had just lost the money I'd put on that ticket for having missed the flight.
The ticket lady said, "I can get you a booking on the 4:10 flight if you'd like." I was relieved , but I also felt bad that I'd have to be on the same flight as my "girlfriend." I didn't want her to feel like I was stalking her.
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Monday, February 18, 2013
(8/22/07) cameras in my room; sci-fi research report; a better position
(Entered in paper journal at 5:45 AM on Q-train from Brooklyn to Manhattan.)
Dream #1
A man was arranging my family within a wide and mostly empty room, which was apparently my apartment. There was a big, almost featureless rug on the floor. The man would gather my family into groups, usually along three spots, on one of the long ends of the rug.
There were video cameras in one of the side walls. The man also spoke directly to me about a camera that would be in the room. I couldn't figure how the cameras in the wall would be of any use, or why someone would put a camera directly into my place.
Dream #2
I sat in a big room like a high school cafeteria. Two fat, scraggly men stood or sat near me. They had just learned that I had skill as a science fiction writer.
But now the men also saw that I was reading some reports from my job. The men were interested in my job. One of the men began pointing out things I should pay attention to in one of the reports I was reading. One part in particular was a sub-article in a shaded square on one of the pages.
Dream #3
A girl had been living with me or spending time with me because I had been giving her money. At one point the girl and I were decorating Christmas trees, maybe two trees. We were tying strings of green apples around the trees. The strings of apples got thicker and thicker.
Everything seemed like a blur to me, like my vision was sped up or smeared, like film projected at an unusual speed.
I now stood in a close, warm, kind of bright room with the girl. The girl was tall, blonde, very clean and orderly and healthy, but somehow a little boxy-faced.
The girl told me about all the Christmas trees we had made. She showed me photos. The trees were like ceramics or some kind of pastry dough. Some of the trees were more abstract than others. Some had gaps in them while others were whole.
I sat behind some desk as the girl and I spoke about something else. I was afraid my co-worker DE would come up and make the girl more interested in him than she was in me. I thought, Well, get a better position at work and maybe the girl will like you more than she likes DE.
I was walking down a hallway in a shopping mall. It was like a side hallway leading to the main hallways. It was somewhat dim, but full of people. I was on the phone with my mom. I told my mom, "It looks like they're finally talking about giving me a good position."
I now walked into the main hallway, which somehow had an atmosphere like that of a plaza at an amusement park. At the far end, I believed, the hallway opened directly to the outdoors.
I told my mom, "I mean, they're actually being serious and telling me they are going to do this for me." I may have thrown something into a nearby trashcan while saying this.
Dream #1
A man was arranging my family within a wide and mostly empty room, which was apparently my apartment. There was a big, almost featureless rug on the floor. The man would gather my family into groups, usually along three spots, on one of the long ends of the rug.
There were video cameras in one of the side walls. The man also spoke directly to me about a camera that would be in the room. I couldn't figure how the cameras in the wall would be of any use, or why someone would put a camera directly into my place.
Dream #2
I sat in a big room like a high school cafeteria. Two fat, scraggly men stood or sat near me. They had just learned that I had skill as a science fiction writer.
But now the men also saw that I was reading some reports from my job. The men were interested in my job. One of the men began pointing out things I should pay attention to in one of the reports I was reading. One part in particular was a sub-article in a shaded square on one of the pages.
Dream #3
A girl had been living with me or spending time with me because I had been giving her money. At one point the girl and I were decorating Christmas trees, maybe two trees. We were tying strings of green apples around the trees. The strings of apples got thicker and thicker.
Everything seemed like a blur to me, like my vision was sped up or smeared, like film projected at an unusual speed.
I now stood in a close, warm, kind of bright room with the girl. The girl was tall, blonde, very clean and orderly and healthy, but somehow a little boxy-faced.
The girl told me about all the Christmas trees we had made. She showed me photos. The trees were like ceramics or some kind of pastry dough. Some of the trees were more abstract than others. Some had gaps in them while others were whole.
I sat behind some desk as the girl and I spoke about something else. I was afraid my co-worker DE would come up and make the girl more interested in him than she was in me. I thought, Well, get a better position at work and maybe the girl will like you more than she likes DE.
I was walking down a hallway in a shopping mall. It was like a side hallway leading to the main hallways. It was somewhat dim, but full of people. I was on the phone with my mom. I told my mom, "It looks like they're finally talking about giving me a good position."
I now walked into the main hallway, which somehow had an atmosphere like that of a plaza at an amusement park. At the far end, I believed, the hallway opened directly to the outdoors.
I told my mom, "I mean, they're actually being serious and telling me they are going to do this for me." I may have thrown something into a nearby trashcan while saying this.
Thursday, February 7, 2013
(11/12/07) museum flood; brother stabbed; superfriends jealousy; housecleaning lover
(Entered in paper journal at 5:30 AM on Q-train from Brooklyn to Manhattan.)
Dream #1
I was in some place like a monastery. My brother had come into the room I was in. He had come from outdoors. I walked outdoors. I wore a robe like a monk's robe. I walked out into a large, covered walkway of sandstone. The walls (especially at the corners, which were like towers or guard-stations) were thick, with wide "windows" showing a desert-like area of tan hills beyond. I was barefoot and the stone chilled my feet. The light was blue like late afternoon or early morning.
I turned left at a corner. I was afraid of a mountain lion attacking. Something strange was happening on the walls -- it was like Roman figures began to appear in relief.
At another corner I made a left turn. I walked into an inside room. It was a "museum exhibit." But the walls and floor were strangely shaped, as if we were inside a cave. The place was red-brown, like sandstone and clay. On the lumps, mounds, and columns on the floor were art works like frescoes and mosaics, all in a Roman style.
I became afraid, as if a spirit were materializing in this room. I started running. I ran through glass doors and into another "exhibit" room. This room was modern but dark. All the art pieces, which hung from ceilings, stood on weird stands coming out of the floor, or stood at weird angles to each other,were closely but elegantly lit by one light. There was a jeweled feeling to it all.
I was even more afraid of the spirit materializing, so I ran out of this room, too, through another series of doors. This area, I knew, was the front area, the visitors' center (as if this were a national park). Other workers would eventually show up, and then I wouldn't feel alone and afraid.
The room was large, with twenty-foot-high, white walls, red-tile floors, and two aisles of long document-display cases on either side of the front door. Before the front door, to my right, was a long, black mat that led to the front desk, which was to my left.
Two people walked in. The one in front was a Hispanic woman, maybe twenty-five years old, with a green shirt, black pants, and long, black hair. The other person was a tall, white man, rather nondescript. I figured the two people were together. I thought, These people must have some questions for me. Let me answer them. But when I faced the woman to ask how I could help, she turned into my grandmother P. The man vanished.
My grandma was a little rude and impatient. She asked, "Where do I have to stand from here to see the Hudson?"
I said, "This is the East Side. You can't see the Hudson from here."
I showed my grandma a map of where we were. Seeing the map, and how the confluence of the Hudson and East Rivers was near here, I said, "Well, I guess technically you can see the Hudson."
My grandma said, "That's what I meant -- where the Hudson drops into the East River. Which way do I have to stand outside to see it?"
I said, "You'll see a big ship outside. Go stand by that. Turn left."
(At this point in my journal, I got off the train in Manhattan. I resumed writing from the Starbucks on 56th Street and Sixth Avenue at 6 AM.)
My grandma went outside. After a second I followed here. It was dark outside. The whole area outside was like a dock. It floated up and down with the waves. A large, white ship, like a cruise ship, stood in the distance.
I looked to my left. The woman (?) stood near the edge of "the dock." The full moon stood about twenty-five degrees in the horizon. I thought I should warn the woman about the waves. They sometimes submerged the dock entirely. Something bad might happen to a person who went too far underwater with "the dock."
The dock started going underwater. At first I ran toward the dock to warn the woman. But then I had to swim. I grabbed the woman. The woman was like an empty shell.
I swam back to (what was now) "the house." The house looked like a small, suburban house. I pulled myself and the woman up a staircase like a staircase out of a swimming pool.
My brother opened the door. There was a good light inside. I could only see my brother's silhouette against the light. I wondered whether the house would even survive. As the waves rose, they seemed to be pulling everything under.
Dream #2
It was late night. I was possibly coming out of a restaurant. I got a call from my brother. He told me he was finishing up at some arcade. He wanted me to pick him up. He implied that he wanted me to give him cab fare to get home.
I told my brother (assuming that he lived around Houston Street in Manhattan), "I can meet with you and give you a subway ride when we get down into the station together. But I'm not taking a cab home and I'm not giving you cab fare. So do you want me to meet you?"
There was no answer. I said, "Yes or no?" Still no answer. I thought, Oh, you jerk. Don't try to intimidate me. I hung up the phone.
I was now close to the arcade. The street was dark and close, but there were stores with bright, fluorescent light and sharp, white walls. I walked into one of the stores when I saw a troublemaker kid who might have known my brother. He stood at a shoddy, white desk, speaking with a security guard. The kid was short, fattish, possibly Mexican. He wore a pale blue (Denver Nuggets?) jersey with a white t-shirt underneath.
From the kid's rude comments to the security guard I could tell that my brother had been stabbed and was hurt pretty bad. The kid was either trying to get help form my brother or was bragging about how his (the kid's) friends had hurt my brother.
I ran to some other place, then through a long, white-walled (walls thin like scaffolding) tunnel to a bright, white-walled room like a waiting room for a cheap office. The whole place felt grimy and messy. There was another security guard's desk.
My brother lay on the ground. He held a pair of child scissors (green handles) in his left hand. He had been stabbed in his right breast with the scissors. Then he'd had the scissors put in his own hands, to look like he had stabbed himself. Two shortish, fattish, Mexican boys knelt over my brother's legs. The boys were either my brother's friends or the people who had stabbed him.
The hole in my brother's chest wasn't very bloody or very big. I thought, At least he wasn't stabbed in the heart. But, still, he lay as if he were dead. I thought, This was going to happen sooner or later. Why did he always put himself into situations where this would happen?
I knelt by my brother's head and called either the police or my mother. As soon as I had finished dialing, my brother opened his eyes. He tried to sit up. I held him back down. I said, "You'll hurt yourself even more if you try to move."
At this point I might have seen this room completely dark, except with a fire-ring built where my brother had been. An older Mexican/Indian boy sat, with his younger brother to his left, before the fire. Both boys were wrapped in robes or blankets, almost like women.
Dream #3
I stood on the roof of a tall building. The sky was dark blue, like at very early morning. Most of the buildings around me were on fire. Some buildings were falling. I flew over the city, seeing its grid of charred ruins.
Now, on the ground, I saw things as if I were in an old SuperFriends cartoon. Five characters stood at the foot of an escalator: a Superboy/Robin character, a Superman/Lex Luthor-Robot (???) character, a long-haired Superman character, and a Superdog character.
Something thoughtless the Superboy character had done had caused all the destruction. The Superboy character felt very bad. But he now said, "Well, what will our mission be next week?" (As if even the heroes understood that these episodes occurred weekly.)
I thought, Next week? How stupid do they think kids are? The whole city's destroyed. What are they going to save next week? Or is the city going to be magically rebuilt?
One of the Supermen said, "I hope you learned your lesson."
The Superboy said, "I have. If I had't let my jealousy of your relationship" (with Wonder Woman?) "get out of hand, none of this would have happened."
The whole team now did their characteristic exit, up the escalator, which moved them through the air, along the upper levels of corridors of (now intact) skyscrapers, and then through some weird "interdimensional portal." The credits were rolling during this exit scene.
Dream #4
I was in "my bedroom" with a woman. I was naked except for a pair of panties. The woman pulled out a vacuum from a closet and started cleaning my bedroom. She cleaned of a heater by the window. It had roach droppings all over it.
The woman pulled open the curtains. It was dark outside. There was a huge, wide building across the street. We must have been up on the fifteenth floor of this building. I hid behind the bed so nobody in the building across the street would see me, a boy, dressed only in panties.
I asked the woman if she would close the curtains. She said, "Not while I'm cleaning house." I was a little annoyed about that. Nevertheless, I felt thankful that the woman was cleaning the house, and that she was not afraid or ashamed to touch the parts I had let get too dirty.
Dream #1
I was in some place like a monastery. My brother had come into the room I was in. He had come from outdoors. I walked outdoors. I wore a robe like a monk's robe. I walked out into a large, covered walkway of sandstone. The walls (especially at the corners, which were like towers or guard-stations) were thick, with wide "windows" showing a desert-like area of tan hills beyond. I was barefoot and the stone chilled my feet. The light was blue like late afternoon or early morning.
I turned left at a corner. I was afraid of a mountain lion attacking. Something strange was happening on the walls -- it was like Roman figures began to appear in relief.
At another corner I made a left turn. I walked into an inside room. It was a "museum exhibit." But the walls and floor were strangely shaped, as if we were inside a cave. The place was red-brown, like sandstone and clay. On the lumps, mounds, and columns on the floor were art works like frescoes and mosaics, all in a Roman style.
I became afraid, as if a spirit were materializing in this room. I started running. I ran through glass doors and into another "exhibit" room. This room was modern but dark. All the art pieces, which hung from ceilings, stood on weird stands coming out of the floor, or stood at weird angles to each other,were closely but elegantly lit by one light. There was a jeweled feeling to it all.
I was even more afraid of the spirit materializing, so I ran out of this room, too, through another series of doors. This area, I knew, was the front area, the visitors' center (as if this were a national park). Other workers would eventually show up, and then I wouldn't feel alone and afraid.
The room was large, with twenty-foot-high, white walls, red-tile floors, and two aisles of long document-display cases on either side of the front door. Before the front door, to my right, was a long, black mat that led to the front desk, which was to my left.
Two people walked in. The one in front was a Hispanic woman, maybe twenty-five years old, with a green shirt, black pants, and long, black hair. The other person was a tall, white man, rather nondescript. I figured the two people were together. I thought, These people must have some questions for me. Let me answer them. But when I faced the woman to ask how I could help, she turned into my grandmother P. The man vanished.
My grandma was a little rude and impatient. She asked, "Where do I have to stand from here to see the Hudson?"
I said, "This is the East Side. You can't see the Hudson from here."
I showed my grandma a map of where we were. Seeing the map, and how the confluence of the Hudson and East Rivers was near here, I said, "Well, I guess technically you can see the Hudson."
My grandma said, "That's what I meant -- where the Hudson drops into the East River. Which way do I have to stand outside to see it?"
I said, "You'll see a big ship outside. Go stand by that. Turn left."
(At this point in my journal, I got off the train in Manhattan. I resumed writing from the Starbucks on 56th Street and Sixth Avenue at 6 AM.)
My grandma went outside. After a second I followed here. It was dark outside. The whole area outside was like a dock. It floated up and down with the waves. A large, white ship, like a cruise ship, stood in the distance.
I looked to my left. The woman (?) stood near the edge of "the dock." The full moon stood about twenty-five degrees in the horizon. I thought I should warn the woman about the waves. They sometimes submerged the dock entirely. Something bad might happen to a person who went too far underwater with "the dock."
The dock started going underwater. At first I ran toward the dock to warn the woman. But then I had to swim. I grabbed the woman. The woman was like an empty shell.
I swam back to (what was now) "the house." The house looked like a small, suburban house. I pulled myself and the woman up a staircase like a staircase out of a swimming pool.
My brother opened the door. There was a good light inside. I could only see my brother's silhouette against the light. I wondered whether the house would even survive. As the waves rose, they seemed to be pulling everything under.
Dream #2
It was late night. I was possibly coming out of a restaurant. I got a call from my brother. He told me he was finishing up at some arcade. He wanted me to pick him up. He implied that he wanted me to give him cab fare to get home.
I told my brother (assuming that he lived around Houston Street in Manhattan), "I can meet with you and give you a subway ride when we get down into the station together. But I'm not taking a cab home and I'm not giving you cab fare. So do you want me to meet you?"
There was no answer. I said, "Yes or no?" Still no answer. I thought, Oh, you jerk. Don't try to intimidate me. I hung up the phone.
I was now close to the arcade. The street was dark and close, but there were stores with bright, fluorescent light and sharp, white walls. I walked into one of the stores when I saw a troublemaker kid who might have known my brother. He stood at a shoddy, white desk, speaking with a security guard. The kid was short, fattish, possibly Mexican. He wore a pale blue (Denver Nuggets?) jersey with a white t-shirt underneath.
From the kid's rude comments to the security guard I could tell that my brother had been stabbed and was hurt pretty bad. The kid was either trying to get help form my brother or was bragging about how his (the kid's) friends had hurt my brother.
I ran to some other place, then through a long, white-walled (walls thin like scaffolding) tunnel to a bright, white-walled room like a waiting room for a cheap office. The whole place felt grimy and messy. There was another security guard's desk.
My brother lay on the ground. He held a pair of child scissors (green handles) in his left hand. He had been stabbed in his right breast with the scissors. Then he'd had the scissors put in his own hands, to look like he had stabbed himself. Two shortish, fattish, Mexican boys knelt over my brother's legs. The boys were either my brother's friends or the people who had stabbed him.
The hole in my brother's chest wasn't very bloody or very big. I thought, At least he wasn't stabbed in the heart. But, still, he lay as if he were dead. I thought, This was going to happen sooner or later. Why did he always put himself into situations where this would happen?
I knelt by my brother's head and called either the police or my mother. As soon as I had finished dialing, my brother opened his eyes. He tried to sit up. I held him back down. I said, "You'll hurt yourself even more if you try to move."
At this point I might have seen this room completely dark, except with a fire-ring built where my brother had been. An older Mexican/Indian boy sat, with his younger brother to his left, before the fire. Both boys were wrapped in robes or blankets, almost like women.
Dream #3
I stood on the roof of a tall building. The sky was dark blue, like at very early morning. Most of the buildings around me were on fire. Some buildings were falling. I flew over the city, seeing its grid of charred ruins.
Now, on the ground, I saw things as if I were in an old SuperFriends cartoon. Five characters stood at the foot of an escalator: a Superboy/Robin character, a Superman/Lex Luthor-Robot (???) character, a long-haired Superman character, and a Superdog character.
Something thoughtless the Superboy character had done had caused all the destruction. The Superboy character felt very bad. But he now said, "Well, what will our mission be next week?" (As if even the heroes understood that these episodes occurred weekly.)
I thought, Next week? How stupid do they think kids are? The whole city's destroyed. What are they going to save next week? Or is the city going to be magically rebuilt?
One of the Supermen said, "I hope you learned your lesson."
The Superboy said, "I have. If I had't let my jealousy of your relationship" (with Wonder Woman?) "get out of hand, none of this would have happened."
The whole team now did their characteristic exit, up the escalator, which moved them through the air, along the upper levels of corridors of (now intact) skyscrapers, and then through some weird "interdimensional portal." The credits were rolling during this exit scene.
Dream #4
I was in "my bedroom" with a woman. I was naked except for a pair of panties. The woman pulled out a vacuum from a closet and started cleaning my bedroom. She cleaned of a heater by the window. It had roach droppings all over it.
The woman pulled open the curtains. It was dark outside. There was a huge, wide building across the street. We must have been up on the fifteenth floor of this building. I hid behind the bed so nobody in the building across the street would see me, a boy, dressed only in panties.
I asked the woman if she would close the curtains. She said, "Not while I'm cleaning house." I was a little annoyed about that. Nevertheless, I felt thankful that the woman was cleaning the house, and that she was not afraid or ashamed to touch the parts I had let get too dirty.
Saturday, December 29, 2012
(2/22/09) risky flirtation
(Entered in paper journal at 1:44 PM at home.)
Dream #1
I was in the backseat of a car, on the driver's side. A pretty, youngish girl sat on the passenger's side. A man, mature-looking, maybe a few years older than I, drove. The girl had tan skin and blonde and brown, crimped hair pulled up into a loose ponytail. The girl was very thin and probably dressed in a somewhat loose, white, sleeveless blouse and a blue miniskirt. She was a little like a thug's girl or a street girl.
The girl acted like she liked me. We started cuddling a little bit. I thought it would simply be troublesome to get involved with this girl, but I thought since she liked me and she was pretty, I might as well be with her.
We now sat in a room like an office. The office may have opened directly out, where a wall would have been, to something like a garage or a warehouse, which also opened out into the sunny day. The woman and I sat on a desk or on a shelf which was slightly grimy and may have had a stray can or two of something like paint or motor oil on it.
The woman got up to go take care of something for a second. The man called to me. To my right, the office opened, again, where a wall would have been, to a short (but steep?) staircase down to another small, dumpy office like this one. The office belonged to the man who had been driving the car. The man sat back in his chair before his desk, which may have been empty except for a couple stray pencils, and had his hands behind his head.
The man said, "I wouldn't go too far with this girl, if you know what I mean. You already have XXXXX (my girlfriend), and you don't want to hurt her feelings."
I thought that was true. But then either I knew that when the woman came back I'd pick up where we'd left off, or else the woman did come back, and we did pick up where we'd left off.
Dream #1
I was in the backseat of a car, on the driver's side. A pretty, youngish girl sat on the passenger's side. A man, mature-looking, maybe a few years older than I, drove. The girl had tan skin and blonde and brown, crimped hair pulled up into a loose ponytail. The girl was very thin and probably dressed in a somewhat loose, white, sleeveless blouse and a blue miniskirt. She was a little like a thug's girl or a street girl.
The girl acted like she liked me. We started cuddling a little bit. I thought it would simply be troublesome to get involved with this girl, but I thought since she liked me and she was pretty, I might as well be with her.
We now sat in a room like an office. The office may have opened directly out, where a wall would have been, to something like a garage or a warehouse, which also opened out into the sunny day. The woman and I sat on a desk or on a shelf which was slightly grimy and may have had a stray can or two of something like paint or motor oil on it.
The woman got up to go take care of something for a second. The man called to me. To my right, the office opened, again, where a wall would have been, to a short (but steep?) staircase down to another small, dumpy office like this one. The office belonged to the man who had been driving the car. The man sat back in his chair before his desk, which may have been empty except for a couple stray pencils, and had his hands behind his head.
The man said, "I wouldn't go too far with this girl, if you know what I mean. You already have XXXXX (my girlfriend), and you don't want to hurt her feelings."
I thought that was true. But then either I knew that when the woman came back I'd pick up where we'd left off, or else the woman did come back, and we did pick up where we'd left off.
Saturday, November 3, 2012
(3/6/10) girlfriend going back to home country?
(Entered in paper journal at 8:15 AM, at the Sit & Wonder cafe in Brooklyn.)
Dream #1
I was in a bedroom with my girlfriend H. The room was cluttered, with a tall bookshelf and a large dresser, probably with a television on top. The rest of the room was strewn and strewn with blankets. To my left was a door. I could see out to the rest of the house, which was dim and blue.
I was getting intimate with H, undressing her. We were being very gentle. I started kissing H. Her shirt was off, possibly also her pants. Her skin was so smooth. I kissed her breasts and noted their smallness. I lifted my head to kiss H's mouth. But H's mouth smelled unpleasant, and I got turned off. I kissed her cheek and neck.
We were laying down. H was being very nice. But, looking in her face, I could tell that she was sad. She may have said something about having to leave America and go back to her native Japan. I felt guilty, seeing how she was hiding her sadness to look happy for me.
Dream #1
I was in a bedroom with my girlfriend H. The room was cluttered, with a tall bookshelf and a large dresser, probably with a television on top. The rest of the room was strewn and strewn with blankets. To my left was a door. I could see out to the rest of the house, which was dim and blue.
I was getting intimate with H, undressing her. We were being very gentle. I started kissing H. Her shirt was off, possibly also her pants. Her skin was so smooth. I kissed her breasts and noted their smallness. I lifted my head to kiss H's mouth. But H's mouth smelled unpleasant, and I got turned off. I kissed her cheek and neck.
We were laying down. H was being very nice. But, looking in her face, I could tell that she was sad. She may have said something about having to leave America and go back to her native Japan. I felt guilty, seeing how she was hiding her sadness to look happy for me.
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