(10/29/07) collateral baby; the wrong way again!

(Entered in paper journal at 5:15 AM on Q-train from Brooklyn to Manhattan.)

Dream #1

A woman sat with some men in an otherwise empty theater. She held a gun which changed appearance from metallic silver to a weird, black, futuristic gun. The woman told the men how she had a man in holding. Unless he gave her a gun, which was a piece of evidence proving that she had killed yet another man, she would keep either keep the imprisoned man in holding or kill him.

One of the men reminded the woman, however, that there was a child of the imprisoned man who could somehow prove that the woman had killed a man.

I was in the hospital, walking through the halls as if I were the man who had been imprisoned. I was looking for my child, a little baby. I saw the baby hanging on a door. It was in the room, visible through the glass pane on the door. It had been hung with cords which to me resembled an umbilical cord.

As well as being the imprisoned man, I may also have been a doctor who had taken a special interest in this case. Finding the hung child, I brought it in to a couple of doctors. We figured we could try a special technique which could resuscitate strangulation victims.

I now saw a doctor standing over the baby. The doctor had a big knife in his hands. He cut through all the cords (which were like breathing tubes and other hospital equipment tubes) around the baby's neck. Blood flowed out of them.

Suddenly the baby woke up. It cried, and as it cried it grew into a child maybe ten or eleven years old. The doctor told the baby not to panic, that it was alright. But the baby panicked so much that it rolled out of bed.

The doctor jumped onto the bed and threw his legs over the other side to catch the boy. He then made some weird comment and swung his legs, and the boy, up onto a bed beside the first bed. He then jumped onto the bed.

Both the doctor and the boy were now boys about ten or eleven years old. The bed was huge. It had a wood frame. The boy and the boy-doctor were jumping all over the bed.

Dream #2

I stood at a train station like on the Metro North line of the MTA trains in New York. A small, dark-skinned (Indian?) boy said to me, "I'm happy you came all the way out to Utica to see us."

I was on the train now with a couple friends. The train was going through a deserty area of reddish-tan earth. I thought, I din't know New York had land like this. The sky was bright. The land became much more pale.

The train had been following another train. There were multiple tracks beside one another. Our train got its tracks confused and got lost from the lead train.

It was now like my friends and I were conducting the train. The friend actually conducting, though, hadn't been paying attention to the lead train's movements after we had gotten on the wrong track. Then he stopped paying attention to the tracks altogether. We started moving along on no tracks at all, near some cliff or mound of cakey sand. I told my friend, "Back up! Back up! We need to get back on track!"

We got back on a track, but we were heading somewhere way off from where we'd previously been heading. I told my friend, "If we just go back to where we first lost the train, I can get us back onto the track we're supposed to be on."

We got turned around and were heading back to where we'd gotten lost. We went past one or two large groups of people gathered around a black basalt cliff and overhang. I felt something wasn't right about seeing all these people. But I trusted we were going back to the right place.

We were back in an area that looked like where we'd gotten lost. But now my friend drove the train straight up the side of a hill. At first there were tracks. But at the top the tracks stopped. I yelled at my friend, "You're going the wrong way again!"

(1/15/10) cake and pizza; rapid development

(Entered in dream journal at 6:30 AM on B-train into work from Brooklyn.)

Dream #1

I was probably in a small, suburban-style apartment with my old friend R. The light was dim and grey. I looked up at R from a very low angle, as if I were shorter than he.

We were having some kind of party, probably for R's wife L. There was a cake somewhere, a round cake maybe seven inches tall and fourteen inches in diameter, frosted with thick, sugary, white frosting -- though I feel like there was also some yellow coloration somewhere, as well. The cake had been cut already, I knew, and it was in a somewhat messy condition.

I either had eaten or was going to eat a lot of cake. I told R that after I ate the cake I wouldn't have anything else, as I was a light eater nowadays. R laughed and said, "Oh, you say that now. But I know you. As soon as you finish the cake, you'll look over at the pizza and say, 'Hm... that looks pretty good.'"

I thought to myself, with interest, Oh! Are we really having pizza, too?

Dream #2

A view of a living room, possibly in a smallish apartment with brown carpet. I heard, as if in voice-over, either the voice of my co-worker CW or someone talking about CW, mentioning CW's new baby. The baby was apparently reaching developmental stages very quickly. The baby was now even trying to walk.

I could see a baby at first in a (blue?) blanket in the room. The baby did some rolling around or somersaulting on the blanket and was now much taller, as tall as an eight-year-old boy (?). But the baby had the look of a man.

The narrator may probably now have been talking about what a good mother CW was, since she could facilitate such rapid development in her child.