(Entered in paper journal at 6:30 AM on B-train into work from Brooklyn.)
Dream #1
I was walking down a suburban sidewalk to the right of which ran a busy road. There were a good amount of people on the sidewalk. It was late afternoon, and the sky was a dim, pale pink and blue. I had to get somewhere, possibly to see President Obama, and I was thinking of walking, as the place was nearby. I turned left and walked down a much quieter road.
I wondered if I shouldn't just XXXXX (can't remember) after all, to get there much quicker. Walking wouldn't be difficult. But it was getting dark fast, and I didn't want to be out walking through these empty suburban streets in the dark.
I suddenly either realized that I could fly or I started flying. I lifted up into the air. The sky was changing to a pale, dim, silver-blue color. I floated up before trees with canopies that were low and thick and colored pale yellow-orange and tan, possibly with the fringes of the leafs being darker orange and red. I lifted up over the trees and started moving forward. I thought, For sure I can get to the event on time now.
But I suddenly lost control of my flight. I bounded backwards in the air, like I was being pulled upward and backward by a flexible arm or a bungee cord. I tried to control myself and move forward. I would succeed, only to bound upward and backward again.
The landscape below me changed. It looked like a suburban neighborhood which had been fashioned into a putt-putt golf course. I thought to myself, I'll never get anywhere if I just keep bouncing around like this. With real determination I told myself to move forward, and quickly. Suddenly the restraint broke.
I heard a man's voice, maybe the voice of my old friend R, from behind me and to my right, say, "Fine, then, if you want to be such a baby about it."
I was moving forward, but slowly descending back to the "street," which simply looked like an indoor putt-putt golf course. I sat on a ledge near a window, trying on something like sports shoes or ice skates while R sat to my right.
R had said something that really upset me. I walked away from him and headed up something like a zigzag wheelchair ramp of grey-painted concrete, through a little stage-like area, and up a fire-escape-like stairwell. I went up a few floors.
This building was an amusement center. I hoped I could get onto a floor that R wouldn't visit, so he would leave me alone. I got up to a somewhat empty looking, large room with concrete floors, cinder block walls, and coldish, incandescent lighting.
My girlfriend H was here. I thought we two could hang out. But I looked to my right, through a doorway to another room that seemed like a balcony over a high school or college gym. I saw R there, walking behind a moderate crowd of people. I didn't want R to see me and H together. I thought he would try to break us apart.
(At this point I got off the train to go to work. I resumed my paper journal entry at 8:05 PM, back on the B-train, heading back to Brooklyn after work.)
Dream #2
I was in "my bed" at "my house." I lay on my back with my knees up, looking down at myself while I wet my diaper. Suddenly I realized I was wetting too much, and that my diaper was starting to overflow. I stood up, still wetting and wetting.
I ran through the hallway, my diaper leaking all over the place. I got to the bathroom. I was still wetting and wetting. I stood either on the bathroom floor or in the bathtub. I tried to take off my diaper. The urine was like a huge puddle, and fountains of urine poured down all around my legs.
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