(4/4/09) empty psychiatric office; mae marsh in color and sound

(Entered in paper journal at 8:21 AM at Connecticut Muffin in Windsor Terrace, Brooklyn.)

Dream #1

I walked up an outside stairwell for a small apartment complex in a lonely, dirt parking lot. It was a sunny day. The complex had white siding in horizontal strips. The stairwell was white.

I walked into an apartment on the second floor. The first room was like a kitchen, though it didn't have much in it besides a counter. The floors and walls were white. They looked yellow in the sunlight. I may have seen "my backpack" somewhere.

I walked through a doorway to my left, into a room like a psychiatrist's visiting room, which was, like the kitchen, empty. The carpet was darkish blue and looked unkempt, worn down.

I was here to meet my psychiatrist A. But she wasn't here. I then remembered I was supposed to meet her here at 3:15 PM instead of our usual, later, time. I walked back into the kitchen and saw that A had left something like a business card that was also a letter.

The letter explained that A had left when she hadn't seen me. She'd had to leave. The letter also said something about my backpack, which I'd left here for some reason, like safety. The letter asked me to take my backpack home.

Dream #2

I was watching a "D.W. Griffith movie." One of Griffith's key actresses, possibly Mae Marsh, was walking through a long promenade and plaza, and also possibly along some beautiful, farm-like countryside full of floers. The sun took all different levels in the sky.

The film was in color, which surprised me. The color was realistic, but it felt applied, not colorized, but something more like an extreme version of a William Eggleston photo. It was all very beautiful, and Mae Marsh looked beautiful in color.

Mae Marsh was walking past something like covered booth-tables along the garden plaza. The booths seemed to be set into the stone of a cliff or hillside. Their tops would be exposed, but they were covered over with something like wicker mats. The light was the deep blue of evening. All the booths were candlelit, lighting Mae Marsh's face as she walked past them. Mae Marsh now had curly, black hair and a tan robe. She may also have carried a dark shawl with her.

Now the film took on sound. Mae Marsh's voice was lowish, musical, but slack, like Chloe Sevigny's voice. I thought of how many actors lost their careers when films began being produced in sound, because of their voices. I hoped that Mae Marsh's career hadn't been ruined. I didn't think her voice was spectacular, but I also didn't think it was awful.