(3/3/09) bigger on the inside; the big apple; surprising porn fees

(Entered in paper journal at 8:18 AM at Starbucks on Christopher Street in Manhattan.)

Dream #1

I was in a house with my mother and possibly also my sister. The house was my dad's house. It was daytime. No lights were on in the house, but plenty of daylight flowed through the windows. I was going to stay with my dad. He apparently had a smaller house behind his house. I was going to stay there.

The main house was pretty big, with a wide layout for the front rooms, like the living rooms, etc., of the house. I couldn't see much. There was a lot of clutter in my field of view, as if I were staring down at a pile of laundry.

At some point I looked out a back door, a sliding glass door, to a small structure across the backyard. The structure was about the size of a shed, but it had grey siding and even windows (with white trim?), so that it looked stable, like a house. I could tell (as if, in my mind's eye, I saw inside the house) that the house was very spacious inside. Nevertheless, I didn't necessarily want to live there. I felt like if it were such a nice place, perhaps my brother could live there.

Dream #2

I was standing in front of a huge apple. I stood with a woman, possibly my mother. we were in a living room. The room was dim, as if the only light were natural light from an uncurtained window in an adjacent room, like a kitchen, while the windows in this room were curtained. The apple took up all the space from the floor to the ceiling. There may have been a bite taken out of the bottom part of the apple.

The woman may have been telling me about how there were a few different items of food that had been enlarged like this apple.

Dream #3

I was looking at a television screen which was showing a bill, probably for a hotel stay that I was just finishing up. I may also have been talking with either one or two women, who, wherever I was, were also looking over my left shoulder at the screen. (I may have been sitting on a hotel floor, leaning against the foot of the bed, while the women stood to my left and just a bit behind me.)

I had been expecting to pay a certain amount for my bill, maybe seventy dollars. I was surprised to see that the bill was either one hundred dollars or else one hundred dollars more than what I'd expected it to be. I looked through the bill on the screen by scrolling through a grid with white lettering and gridding and black background.

I realized before I'd seen the whole bill that I'd watched some pornographic stuff on the internet, which was linked to the television. I hoped that the bill wouldn't actually show the type of material I'd been watching. It didn't. Instead, it gave number codes for different kinds of internet usage, from low-cost (which was coded with a "1") to high-cost (coded "5").

In the grid square that showed my internet charges, I had an "E5." I laughed and told the women, "Oh, yeah. I forgot I'd watched the internet last night. I must have left it on."

I was disappointed in myself. I had spent a lot more money than I should have, on something that I'd had absolutely no use for.