Showing posts with label seeing self. Show all posts
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Friday, February 8, 2013

(10/31/07) squirrel nest; love handles

(Entered in paper journal at 5:30 AM on Q-train from Brooklyn to Manhattan.)

Dream #1

I stood in some open, public area with my friend KB and someone else, possibly KB's girlfriend. We looked up at some immense pole that stood atop some structure like a small building or ship which had the feeling of being sunk into an empty public pool. Atop the pole was a round-bottomed "net" of metal, like a domed jungle-gym turned upside-down.


KB mentioned that XXXXX (squirrels?) were making their nest in the net. She said, "It doesn't seem right. They'd fall right through the holes."

I said, "No. There must be something solid up there inside the thing that they use for support."

We had gone and gotten food. Then we climbed up the pole. We sat on some concrete platform an watched people in the public area below. We were supposedly feeding the squirrels, but we were the ones who were eating. We spoke a little more about how squirrels would make their nest.

At some point I figured I needed to leave. But I was worried whether I would be too afraid to go down the pole to get all the way down.

Dream #2

I was somewhere, doing some kind of work. My boss BS implied that I was lazy and that I didn't do a good job. I felt like BS was right. I was disappointed in myself.

I went into the bathroom. It was like I was in a cheap but modern house in the woods. The bathroom was small. It may have had dark orange walls.

As I stood urinating my head was just to the left of a small window with a frosted-style pane. The window was open just a crack, giving me an eye-level view of forest floor and some vegetation, as well as bright grey light, as if the window opened right at ground level.

Somehow I now saw myself from behind. I was a little fat. My lower back, especially around my hips, looked very wide. I also had stubble on my back, like I had shaved my back after it had gotten very hairy. I had a big ass, too. I thought, I guess my ass looks like a woman's ass. This was supposed to be a good thing.

My thoughts may now have turned to some "eighteenth-century play" in which a man spoke about a woman who had once been thin but was now fat. The man was mockingly pretending still to love the woman. The man said something about the woman's love being so ample that he needed two large handles on her back to hold onto it.

Saturday, November 10, 2012

(1/24/10) still-on-the-bus guilt

(Entered in paper journal at 8:13 AM at Sit & Wonder cafe in Brooklyn.)

Dream #1

I was with a large group of people, out on a wide, dirt road, in the woods. There was a bus parked on the left (?) side of the road, facing forward against the left side "direction" of the road. There was another vehicle parked on the right side of the road, facing the same direction as the bus. The right side of the road may have bounded a grassy field.

I walked toward the vehicles, facing their front ends, so the bus was on my right and the other vehicle, something like a jeep or Hummer, was on my left. The other people were in a long line by the other vehicle.

I spoke with a woman (my mother?) at the front of the line. I told the woman/my mom that it was sad, but that we could only take a certain amount of people with us on the bus. I felt selfish for saying this, and I wondered why I wasn't volunteering to be one of the people who didn't go on the bus.

I saw myself, probably in a reflection somewhere, or in my shadow on the dirt of the road. I wore a strange outfit that looked like a suit but also looked like a cameraman's outfit and also looked like casual clothes. One piece of clothing that caught my attention was a pale, lime-green shirt with a strange tinge of tan in it. The shirt seemed too large. All of the clothes may possibly have seemed too large for me. I may also have been older, with grey hair, and I may possibly even have been a bit overweight.