(1/26/05) calling 911 for directions

(Entered in paper journal at 10:30 PM at home in Harlem.)

(I'm not sure whether the weird, address-like writing above is from a dream I didn't write down.)

Dream 1

Was in a parking lot, tried to help a carload of black (?) people find some place. Called an info number on cell phone, walked through grocery store. Hung up cell phone, now walked through house in party. Dialed a number again, asked receptionist for directions to place. Didn't know what I meant. Realized now I had dialed 911, not 411. Hung up phone, feared I was being followed by police. ML came up, showed me bedroom with people dancing. I turned away, feeling nobody liked me. Read comic strip of Siamese cat eating hot spicy food, quenching thirst in toilet, realizing it had just eaten shit.

(11/13/06) that's not above montgomery, is it?; the special dining ware

(Entered in paper journal at 6:31 PM on Brooklyn-bound Q-train from 57th Street and 7th in Manhattan.)

Dream 1

I was on a suburban street corner. A young, Mexican boy walked up to me and asked where some place was. I pointed in one direction, but that meant I was pointing in the other direction. I believe I was giving directions to Flatbush.

The boy asked, "That's not above Montgomery, is it?"

I said, "No, no. It's below."

Dream 2

A dinner at my friend R's house (?). I was pulling out the plates, maybe washing them. But I had to pull a special plate and a big, green, plastic spoon out of a tote bag (like black rubber, like the material for fishermen's overalls).