(5/27/05) angry friend; zip-line steamboy cliff notes; a woman and her human dog

(Entered in paper journal at 6:15 AM at home in Harlem.)

Dream 1

I was in a big, dark room, like a gymnasium that was used for a dance or a concert. The floor was carpeted, and I think there was a wooden, black stage, maybe two, somewhere: one stage on the left side of the room, and one on the right.

I walked up to some friends but didn't feel wanted. As I walked away, my friend ML came up behind me. He pushed me roughly in the back a few times. I think he was also saying some intimidating stuff.

I turned around. He motioned me to go to another corner of the room. Once we got there he stood in front of me. He was wearing a dark trench coat, a dark, purplish shirt, and dark pants. His hair was longish, and he had a beard.

For a moment I was happy, thinking that finally ML and I were going to hang out and joke around. But now ML just looked mean and upset, like someone just bent on being angry.

Dream 2

I was at "my mom's house." I knelt (?) in front of an entertainment center, right in front of the TV screen. I watched a computer animation of a group of red-uniformed soldiers attaching to a zip-line and zipping down from an incredible height in the clouds. The scenery for the computer animation was only half-finished. It was like I was watching a "making-of" documentary.

My mom sat in a couch to my right. I told her, "This scene reminds me of Steamboy."

She said, "This is Steamboy."

I said, "Oh, you bought the DVD?"

I looked in my mom's entertainment center and found a double-disc DVD case for Steamboy. The cover art was of black and yellow fog and some kind of cartoon emerging.

Dream 3

I was working in some small shop (the space devoid of everything except the counter (empty) and a chair in front of the counter). The shop was at the end of a thin, dark hallway.

Two women came in. One sat down. They both looked like attractive businesswomen. I could only see the seated woman's face.

The standing woman asked me a question. I answered. Something in my answer came out as an insult to her. She remained composed but had a glint of cruelty in her eyes. She said she was leaving. She called the seated woman like she'd call a dog, then walked down the hallway.

The seated woman, who looked depressed and ashamed, stood up. She was wearing only a fishnet bodysuit that went from the base of her neck down to cover her feet -- like a onesie, except entirely made of fishnet material. She followed the other woman like a dog would.