(9/29/09) summoned by a nazi

(Entered in paper journal at Sit & Wonder cafe in Brooklyn.)

Dream #1

I was in a corridor that ended in a room like a small greenroom or meeting room. The corridor was small, lit with flat, greenish, fluorescent light, with low, weak-feeling ceilings. The carpet was thin and light. The room was similar. It probably had a set of room-wide steps or tiers up to a small platform or stage at the back of the room. There were other people in the room.

I had been spraying (?) some white stuff like Silly String through the area, apparently to get rid of something evil. But now, having approached the platform (where everybody was milling around, as if getting ready for a usual day of business), I found, or just suddenly had in my hand, a tangle of brownish, jelly-like Silly String. I knew someone else had put this wherever I had found it, and that they had put it there to thwart my efforts with the white Silly String.

There was a woman, like my old writing coach GW, on the platform. I approached her and asked, as if she could control anybody who got out of hand, "Who did this? Who's trying to ruin my work?"

Now someone called from behind me. They said the boss was looking for me, and would I please bring my partner (?) with me? I saw my girlfriend H standing near me. I was about to bring her with me, but I brought a tall, black woman instead. The woman had dark, smoothly brown skin and long, flowing, crimp-curled hair. She may have been wearing a long, whitish, strapless dress.

We walked down the hallway and into a small office. My old friend R sat behind the desk. He wore a military-looking uniform and hat. The uniform was blue with green-trimmed, red strips on the shoulders. The hat looked like something a Nazi official might wear.

The office was just as small and flimsy as the corridor and room had been. It seemed cluttered with newspapers, bookshelves overflowing with books, which spilled over onto the carpet, and a couple of large, potted plants.

R told me and the woman to have a seat. There were two chairs, but only one was empty of clutter. I pulled that chair over to the inner side of the room for the woman. I then walked over to the other chair, which was near the door, and cleared the stacks of papers and newspapers off of it. I then picked up the chair to carry it over in front of R's desk.

As I did this, R asked whether I had gotten my building pass yet. I told him, "Not yet. But NJ" (an old boss of mine) "has set me up to go get it done."

R said, "Good." He snapped a book shut as if to stop that discussion and start the actual conversation.