(7/6/08) initiation report; aircraft and push-car

(Entered in paper journal at 7:01 AM on Q-train from Brooklyn to Manhattan.)

Dream #1

I sat in a place like an office and a bedroom combined. I sat before a desk and a computer screen. Someone, possibly a beautiful woman, possibly my mom, sat on a bed behind me. I was looking at a screen of stock tickers and prices, which was also a list of emails directed to me.

One email was from my old boss and mentor EB. He wrote to me about the initiation-of-coverage report for some stock, possibly with the ticker IG, as if I had either had a lot to do with it or had been in charge of it. I could tell he was laughing in amusement at how quickly I did things like putting together initiation reports. I turned back to the woman and laughed myself.

I now sat to the right side of the computer. The room was yellowy. My co-worker from the Sales department, PS, might have come into the room.

Dream #2

It might have been a grey day. I stood out in some place like an airstrip. A woman stood to my right. I saw a large aircraft pull forward and lift up. The aircraft was large, shaped heavily, almost like a stubby crayon or a battery. It was dull gold and white. It may also have had something of a look of a space shuttle about it. I saw that a woman was piloting it. She may have been the only passenger.

The craft lifted up, got maybe fifty or sixty feet in the air, then crashed down. It "exploded," but it was really like it just clattered open, like it was a plastic toy that broke. I knew that whoever had sent this aircraft out would send another aircraft out right away.

Whatever was being transported in the craft was very important, but I thought perhaps it should be carried by ground, or even by a better aircraft, instead of by the type of aircraft they were using.

I might have thought of the awful state of the airline industry, having to use such old vehicles. But I also thought back to the "old days," which seemed to me to have been a lot more efficient.

I now stood out at the base of a slate-grey mountain. The ground before me was level and gravely, like it had been cleared or blasted. Two sets of railroad tracks ran before me, from around a curve a ways to my left, then straight to my right and around a curve in the distance.

A small train traveled from my right to my left. Then from my left to my right came a boy running between the second set of railroad tracks, with a white goat running behind him. The boy and his goat were transporting something. Behind them was moving either a push-car or another small train.

At some point I may also have become the boy or been able to see through the boy's eyes.