(3/13/09) extended leave; flying in an armory

(Entered in paper journal at 8:30 AM at Starbucks on Christopher Street in Manhattan.)

Dream #1

I stood at the top of a small stairway and under an arch, like before a large Victorian home that had been converted into a business building. The porch under the arch was dim and felt like heavy stone. The area before the house was sunny and lawny, maybe with a busy street beyond it. But at the bottom of the steps was a trench of stone, like the stone/concrete walkway around the house had been built down into the ground.

At the bottom of the steps stood the woman who (in waking life) took the appointments at the place where I get my haircuts. The woman told me, "I asked you a couple of days ago if you wouldn't mind because the person who'd cut your hair is out on extended leave."

I said, "Oh, yeah. How is she? Is she alright?" But the woman wouldn't answer. I said, "If it's something really bad, I would be happy to give a donation. Or have you guys already put together some flowers?"

The woman looked at me as if she wanted to answer, but she thought she shouldn't.

Dream #2

I was in a room with KP, a representative from a company I worked with at the job from which I'd recently been laid off. I'd been talking with KP about something, but KP really didn't want to listen to me or accept that I might know what I'm talking about or that I would understand what she was talking about.

The room was gigantic, as big as the inside of one of the big, brick armories in New York City. The floors were thick, grey stone. The walls were dark. The ceilings were like some kind of thick, slatted wood, darkish brown. The ceiling itself bent outward, then back inward, to dome shallowly.

I started jumping around the room, having told myself to forget about KP. I was jumping as high as the ceiling and then almost floating. I would push my feet off the ceiling and float to the other end of the ceiling. At some point I may have floated back down to the floor, where I spoke to another woman, who may have been blonde like KP, but was younger, maybe around my age.