(Entered in paper journal at 6:37 AM on Q-train from Brooklyn to Manhattan.)
Dream #1
I stood out in a barren field or a desert with a group of people I knew. In my head I heard someone ask another person why they had been deceived about something.
The air suddenly became very breezy and dusty. I looked to my right and slightly behind me. There were a group of people working on something like a drought-stricken field in China. The earth was very red.
I looked to my left and just behind me. Beyond some rolling hills of sandy, red soil topped with weedy vegetation were another group of people working another field, perhaps in America, perhaps in the Southwest. The earth was also drought-stricken and red.
I thought to myself, The two sides are practically the same.
Suddenly I was struck with the need to find something or to get to some place, possibly because it would help to save the people in the drought.
I ran up a small hill. As I ran, the air became windier and dustier. I got winded. The hill became steeper and steeper. On a couple occasions I thought I had reached the top. But then I would see an even steeper slope. Finally the slope was almost vertical, so that I was even afraid I would tumble down it.
The soil was soft, like sand or cinders, and scarlet-colored There was a big, flat, tan boulder barely protruding from the soil to my left. I put my foot on it and pushed up. I grabbed as far up the slope as I could. I must have grabbed onto something like a ledge. I was certain I had reached to the top. But I still wasn't certain that I would actually make it up onto the top.
Dream #2
I walked up onto the second floor of an apartment (or a brownstone?). I might have been led. There were three rooms. The hallway had green carpet. The three rooms were all empty and very clean-looking. They all had the same plan, with a big bay window opposite the door (!).
These rooms were all torture rooms. I was being brought here to be tortured.
I got angry. I felt like I was being shown such kindness, out of politeness, by being shown the rooms. But, I thought, if I were going to be tortured, I should just be tortured.
Dream #3
I was driving along a highway in a rural area. I turned off onto a small road to my left. It was a side road that would get me where I needed to go.
There were a few cops along the road. Apparently there had been an accident. It was more like a vehicular homicide. I think the road was blocked off, but I got up it anyway.
Along the right side of the road were traffic cones. I tried to avoid driving on that side of the road. But the rest of the road was so muddy, as if a storm had just blasted through this area, that I had no choice but to drive with my right wheels on the blocked-off side.
I thought that my tire tracks would go right over the tracks of the person who had caused the wreck, and that I would now be blamed for the vehicular homicide.
I got up to the top of the slope, which was a parking lot for a National Park's visitor's center. I parked. A ranger and a few other people came up to my car. They were all people I knew, and they had been expecting me.
A young, blonde girl, maybe twelve years old, told me about the recent storm. The girl was doing the watershed work I used to do when I'd worked on an Americorps project in a National Park in 2002. The girl told me, "Now I finally know the meaning of XXXXX."
Dream #4
I saw (as if I were floating in the air) the "top floors of my company's new building," back-lit by a yellow-gold sunset sky. (In waking life, my company had moved to a new building, which was still undergoing the final stages of construction.)
I heard construction workers, like a memory, talking about how people at my company wanted the workers to finish the final floors as soon as possible, but how the workers felt like they couldn't do it. The workers said that if they were pushed too hard, they would just find a way to halt the project altogether.
I noticed that the top floors of the building were like a frame, where the outer walls had pretty much all been put in, while no windowpanes had yet been installed. I saw a group of workers install a whole grid of windows at once.
The work of attaching the windows to the frame was very delicate and dangerous. The workers had just installed a particularly dangerous portion. But the next section they had to install was even more complicated and dangerous. As I watched I got more and more nervous and dizzier and dizzier.
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