(8/8/08) nurses, dogs, and an underground bank

(Entered in paper journal at 6:30 AM on Q-train from Brooklyn to Manhattan.)

Dream #1

I lay in bed. Natural light dimly lit my room. A couple black women walked before the foot of my bed, from my right to my left, as if they had walked in from one room, into my room, and then out through the hallway.

The women were both nurses. The first one was kind of in shape, but the second was a little heavy. The second nurse wore a green dress. She acted like she wanted to make me feel like she didn't care about me at all. She kind of made a face without looking at me and waved a black Bic pen at me. I didn't care what the woman thought, although I thought the pen looked familiar.

The first woman (both women now out of sight, in the hallway, probably) said to the second woman, "You found it! Give it back to him!" The women walked back into my bedroom. The second woman offered me the pen. I sat up so I could take it. It might have been all chewed and spitty.

The second woman was now flirting with me. She looked different, a little more in shape. She made sexual advances on me. I accepted. She laid me back, with my feet hanging off the bed. I was inside her.

(At this point I may have woken up. I lay in bed thinking about the dream. I had a weird, buzzing feeling all over my body. I got nervous about the feeling -- excited -- thinking it might be the precursor to an astral projection -- and lost it. But I told myself to relax. The feeling came back. I told myself to give in to it as much as I could. I was surrounded by a pool of darkness. I felt a rushing around me.)

I was walking down a city street, more like a plaza or a side-street somehow, with all the stores around me brightly lit. My old friend R walked toward me. He held three dogs on a leash. They may all three have been the dog R actually had in waking life -- except that they were all furry and yet also had either a doberman- or bulldog-like look to them.

I tried to give the dogs as much space as possible, but they would crowd into my way, almost as if directed by R somehow. The dogs growled and scowled at me.

I turned around as R passed me. I made a nasty remark about R and a violent remark regarding the dogs.

I walked into something like a convenience store. Either walking through the convenience store or along the sidewalk I suddenly became hurried, like I had a schedule to meet. I ran to something like a street intersection which was more like a balcony opening into the street. I jumped over the barrier and into the hole.

Down below was a bank, which I called by the name of a bank that is fairly common in the New York City area. There was a huge, closed-shaped service desk in the center of the room. There were a lot of people all around.

As I landed I could feel and hear my breath, almost as if it were a straight flow. The sound and feeling became strange and now it was like it was pulling me back into my body as I lay in my bed.