(4/24/05) grandfather and airport; a little joke about hoes like her

(Entered in paper journal at 7:10 PM at home in Harlem.)

Dream 1

I was in a living room with my mom and sister. It was small and cluttered, like an apartment living room, with brown and tan shag carpet. Yellow, sticky light came in through the windows. I sat almost cross-legged on the floor. My sister (?) sat in front of me while my mom (?) sat to my left on a couch.

We all spoke about going to visit my grandfather. I thought that would be a fun visit. But suddenly I remembered I had to catch my flight back to New York. I'd incorrectly remembered my departure hour.

I interrupted the conversation and said, "Could one of you drive me to the airport? Do you think we could get there by 8:00?"

My mom said yes, though she was a little taken aback. I produced my trip itinerary, which had all the flight times highlighted. My departure time was 9:20.

Dream 2

I was with a group of friends or some fellow classmates. We had been doing some strange project involving a vat of boiling frying grease. Now one of my friends had a mannequin. My friend was black, young, a bit fat, with a round, smart aleck expression, and dressed like a chef. The mannequin was headless, female shaped, white, slender, wearing a white satin and lace teddy.

My friend said, "So that VT's" (my crew mate) "got you down? Well, here's a little joke about hoes like her. They let themselves get dipped in too many times and..."

He dipped the mannequin into the vat of frying grease all the way up to its bellybutton and pulled back up. The legs were pretty much gone. But I couldn't see that: my friend had lifted a black, plastic bag up with the mannequin. The bag was around the mannequin's waist, covering whatever remained of the legs.

I did think the joke was a little satisfying. But I didn't dislike VT so much that I'd want something like that to happen to her. And I didn't want to stand for her being so insulted. So I just said, "Whatever," an turned away, walking into a room which people sat in like in a waiting room.

All the chairs were lined along the walls, but some groups of people had turned in their chairs to sit around TV dinner-style folding tables with trays with flowers in them. I walked to the one on the back wall. One person  had a flower in his lap. It was a yellow marigold. It had a little title card, like a green 3 x 5 card with a stake-point going into the soil.

The printed card read:

Pot Marigold

Kot (XXXXX) "Ninja" Ninjaiensis

I can't remember what word was in the parentheses.