(8/23/05) panty crash

(Entered in paper journal at 6 PM at the Tea Lounge at Union Street and 7th Avenue in Brooklyn.)

Dream 1

It was a young, golden day. I was on a plane that may have been a commercial spaceship. I sat by an Asian woman. The ship was having some trouble getting off the ground. I felt a little bit like there was something wrong with the plane and that we'd have to get off. But I started talking with the Asian woman and felt a lot less nervous.

The plane took off, apparently from LaGuardia Airport. It was like a looked through the pilot's windshield. We sped along a runway between structures like interconnected airport parking lots. We went real fast under one bridge and then lifted off and flew over a bridge.

As we flew over the bridge I told the Asian woman, "Now I remember! This is the bridge my crew chief SM always drives by when the planes fly over really low! I need to see if we can see SM from here!" I looked around frantically but was only getting partial views.

We flew over the top of an enormous, almost leafless birch (?) tree that looked like a cypress.

I said, "I guess we're getting too far up now." (I.e. for me to see SM.)

I could feel the drag of the plane as we ascended, pulling my arms and guts. I was getting excited. But now -- we were already really high -- the planed stopped running. We plummeted immediately.

I only had a couple of seconds, as if my will controlled the plane, to pull the plane back up. But I failed. I knew the plane would crash. But I wasn't afraid. I was frustrated at failing, like I would be frustrated in a lucid dream.

The plane hit the ground nose-first, then bounced,

landing on its back.

It was now like the plane had no nice upholstering or decoration -- it was like a hollowed-out, steel-bodied freight plane with seats and a very low roof, on which I lay, stomach down.

In a very minor, peripheral manner, as if a second part of me in a second, analogous, possibly nonexistent world, were doing it, I was rescuing people who were still in the plane -- people who were knocked out or still seat belted in -- before the plane blew up. I could feel the danger of explosion in the "first world," the "main world" of my perception.

But in the "first world," despite the feeling of danger, I was actually scavenging about in all the seats, which reached all the way down to the roof. Brightly colored panties were all piled up around the seats. I was taking all the panties back to the back (?) of the plane, where there were no seats and the plane seems to have been right side up. I was collecting all the panties because, apparently, they were mine. I didn't want the firemen who would come in and stop the blaze after the plane exploded and caught on fire to see all the panties and laugh at me.