(4/20/05) darth baseball; speeches

(Entered in paper journal at 5:30 AM at home in Harlem.)

Dream 1

I was watching the new Star Wars film. I was surprised by how few computerized special effects were used. The emphasis seemed to be on a fun story and strange, transfixing visuals. There was one scene of a bad guy looking out the windows of a narrow, dark room in a ship, out to a bunch of stars in the distance. His pale skin glowed purple in the dark light.

Then there was a whole sequence made Terry Gilliam/Joseph Cornell style of a "newspaper clipping man" in a business suit flying through a kaleidoscopic sky of "Post-it" neon yellows, pinks, greens, and oranges, raying circularly like sunbeams at one moment, fragmenting and mixing with other collage clippings at another moment.

Then there was a strange scene where Darth Vader visited Yoda's house (which was like Yoda's cottage except full of things like stereos and TVs) and demanded that Yoda give him the secrets of the good power.

During this time I was Darth Vader. I wondered why Anakin was all dressed up as Darth Vader this early in the movie. Then I realized that it was in the second movie, not the third, that Anakin changed into Darth Vader. All the while "I" was walking through Yoda's house as Darth Vader.

Then there was a scene of a couple guys in the first row of a baseball game. I thought, How characteristic of Spielberg (!) always to add that contemporary touch to his films.

One of the baseball fans now stood on the field, holding onto the barrier between the field and the seats. The barrier was about three feet tall and made of some adobe-like substance. His feet lifted up and flailed behind him. He was beginning to float away, but he was trying to stop himself, all the while joking rather easily and lightly with his male and female friends in the front row.

Dream 2

I stood by a van that looked like a silver camper trailer. In the distance was a long picnic table with a bunch of members from my NYC Americorps program. We had been dismissed from some meeting where only some of us were supposed to give speeches, though all of us had prepared speeches.

I felt a pang of regret that I hadn't given my speech. The chief of an NYC Americorps crew I was not on, AP, walked up to me. I concealed my minor disappointment so she wouldn't think I was just some dumb, obsessed weirdo.