(2/10/10) leaving a contrary woman

(Entered in paper journal at 6:15 AM, on B-train into work from Brooklyn.)

Dream #1

I was down in some place like a deep basement. The basement looked like the basement of a house, but I feel like it was taller and wider, and like it had been made for some kind of institution, perhaps a university. I sat on a couch.

A woman sat to my right, against the right arm of the couch. I may actually have been laid out on the couch, leaning my head against the woman's arm or lap. The woman was probably tall, blonde, very beautiful, and mature looking, maybe in her mid-thirties. She may also have been my girlfriend H.

The woman was flipping through a big picture book that was maybe eighteen inches wide and two inches thick. I feel like there may have been other people in the distance, watching us from some dark room, a room with walls painted black, like on a stage.

The woman began complaining about not doing well at some task. I may have tried to tell her she was doing well. But she yelled at me like I was stupid.

I looked up at her book. It was open to a page that looked like an ad (possibly set up to be part of an artist's portfolio in a journal like Artforum.) The left page may mostly have been white. The right page had a silvery wave shape which opened to a silvery rectangle, out of which drove a silvery, somewhat sporty-looking car. Below the car the word "SOLAR" was written in smooth, modern, sporty-looking letters, either blue or silver.

The woman continued yelling insults at me for having tried to make her feel better. Finally I was fed up with it. I yelled sharply at her to stop. She was surprised and silent for a moment. But now she spoke, in a somewhat gentler tone, telling me that she really didn't need to stop, after all, and that she could do whatever she wanted.

We had now stood up. We walked through a small, dark hallway and thn up into a sloped parking lot around a building. It was a sunny day, but we were shaded by trees. The building was white brick (?), maybe three or four stories tall. It seemed like a complex of doctors offices in a suburban neighborhood. It seemed to be at the top of a wooded hill (hence the trees and the rolling, sloping nature of the parking lot).

The woman continued talking about how she could do whatever she wanted and I'd always be there for her. But now she was younger, Asian, with coppery-tan skin and long, pale-coppery-blonde hair. She wore a blue summer dress with thick shoulder straps and white trim. She seemed very youthful and happy.

I was mad about the woman having said such things about me. We were walking (or just near?) a couple of black boys and one or two black women. The black boys were tall, skinny, dark, with closely shaved heads. they wore black t-shirts with prints on them, photos, probably, from a movie like Scarface. The black guys and girls all seemed to crowd around the woman.

We rounded left around a corner of the building, following a ramp- or road-like stretch of asphalt. At the end of the stretch I saw an exit off to my right, which appeared to go to a suburban residential area. I decided to take that exit, leaving the woman to herself. I didn't think she'd notice; she seemed pretty unaware of me already.

I was a little worried about the guys crowding around the woman. I was afraid they didn't have good intentions. But for some reason I decided to let her go anyway.