(2/14/10) an interesting cookie

(Entered in paper journal at 8:15 AM, at Sit & Wonder cafe in Brooklyn.)

Dream #1

I sat in an office space. I sat in a half-cubicle that was wide and open to an open space across which was another desk, to my right and behind me. A woman sat at that desk. Her cubicle was stacked with papers.

The woman was speaking "on the internet" to someone. She was trying to locate my older brother (who died when I was 17 years old). My brother was late to work or had recently often been absent. The woman was going to have to fire him.

My older brother was in some dark space, like he was hidden in the dark box of an old television set, with just a dim light glowing on his face. I felt like there was no reason to fire my older brother -- it seemed like he was already doomed., and that it would be senseless to fire him.

My old co-worker ES walked into the space between the two half-cubicles. I looked forward in my desk. I had a big plate full of pieces of chocolate chip cookies on my lap. I fingered through the cookie pieces, possibly eating some, as I thought about my older brother.

ES now offered me a piece of cookie, which she said was surprisingly delicious. I turned back to ES and grabbed a piece of cookie. The cookie looked extremely white and sweet, like some kind of Indian condensed milk dessert mixed with a sugar cookie (which was supposed to be a chocolate chip cookie. I took a piece and ate it.

The cookie made me hear things. It was data that I needed for my job. I heard an Asian woman talking. She said, "At first she tried to get away by clawing her way along with her fingertips. So I bit off all her fingers." The Asian woman then explained that she had also either cut off or eaten the woman in question's forearms, and possibly her legs.

I could see in my mind's eye a place that looked like a corridor of the ship in the movie Alien. The light may have been a bit blue-grey and darkish, like in an anime.

I may have felt kind of strange about ES, suddenly, like she was a part of something I couldn't approve of. But I also wondered why he would think this cookie was so delicious. I then decided that she meant, not delicious, but interesting, as in, it allowed you to receive information in a new and interesting way.