(7/7/08) the last bit of cornstalks

(Entered in paper journal at 6:15 AM on Q-train from Brooklyn into Manhattan.)

Dream #1

I was in a house (possibly like my mom's friend TH's house in Arvada, Colorado) with a person (woman?) r a couple of people. I was acting like an interviewer for a job. Someone, possibly my boss BS, walked in through the front door. I walked through a series of rooms to meet him, continuing to make some speech the whole time like I was an interviewer.

BS and someone else and I were all in a living room like at my great-grandmother's house. BS and the other person may have been sitting on a couch. I may have been disembodied, floating over and just behind them. The people were talking about the characteristics of the person we had been interviewing.

My vision shifted to a view of a car driving through the desert. BS (apparently still sitting on the couch) asked, "You haven't heard anything from DE" (my co-worker and teammate on BS' team) "on whether he plans to leave the company, have you?"

I mumbled, "No..." even though I had heard something like that.

The view of the desert road became red. The land on the side of the road was regularly dotted with roads that sat just on the surface.

I was now a person like Uma Thurman's The Bride in the movie Kill Bill. I stood before a cornfield on a steep hill. The cornfield was just a strip of land on the hill, not the whole hill. Some people like criminals were hiding in the cornfield. I had to get to them. They were Mexican.

The cornfield was being erased, almost like it had been mown down in patches without my having been aware of it. From still-standing patches beside the now cleared areas, the "criminals" would run out, running down and beyond the hill.

The soil was brown and rich. The "cornstalks" were more like shrubs: tangled and knotty, almost root-like or wooden near their bases.

Now the cornfield was in a huge room with white or silver walls. I/The Bride was eating the final space (like a very back row) of cornstalks away, with my bare teeth, in huge, absurd bites, like I was a lawnmower or a tractor. The rest of the field was now clean soil.

Suddenly I heard the voice of a person (like David Carradine?) say that he was somewhere nearby. The person may have said that I shouldn't put the effort into trying to find him. I had a feeling that he was in the last bit of cornstalks that I hadn't cleared away yet.