(5/26/09) hollow space and slippery time

(Entered in paper journal at 12:10 PM at Red Horse cafe in Brooklyn.)

Dream #1

I stood out on a vast, open field as a person on horseback moved a gigantic structure like a hollow, Victorian-style mansion (i.e. like the outside of the mansion, the inside being nonexistent, or like the outer structure for a merry-go-round, with now carousel inside). The man, dressed like an Asian and British knight, galloped with the horse through the open, dusty field under a grey sky.

After I saw this I headed into a small diner or cafe.

Now I saw the scene again, as if I were alternately in the scene and watching the scene as a movie. I now saw that a large group of these Asian/British knights were under the shell of this Victorian mansion, all on horseback, galloping this shell across the open, dusty field. I was slightly disappointed or confused. I wasn't sure how I had previously thought one single knight had towed the mansion across the field.

Now it was over, and I was heading, possibly with my old friend KB, away from the "project." We were in a foreign country. We were just taking a break for the day or for a few hours. KB was going to the diner to have a meal. I was going to get some rest in my room. (I could see a shrubby, rocky hillside, like in the Mediterranean, and a white building in which was my room.)

I warned KB that if she was going to get some rest she should make sure to keep good track of time. The country we were currently in, possibly an Asian country, had a strange kind of time. There was the usual time zone difference, which could always be expected to throw one off one's schedule, if one didn't stay aware. But also, time itself worked strangely here. If you fell asleep or otherwise lost track of your thinking, time could just spool away from you. You could fall asleep and time would spin days and days ahead, or backward, or into a totally different place.

I had the image of a very sweet syrup in my mind. I thought I was okay with regards to the time difficulty, since I was relatively aware of it all. But I felt I did need to warn KB. Nevertheless, the image of the sweet syrup did make me feel a little uneasy and insecure.

I headed into the diner behind KB. I wanted to get a newspaper, which was a big one, like the Sunday New York Times, before I headed back to my room. But I was a little worried. I didn't want KB to think that I was following her or that I was going to order some food and try to eat with her. I wanted KB to feel like I could leave her alone and give her her privacy. I may also have thought of ordering a tea to go.