(9/13/05) hey-YO!

(Entered in paper journal at 6:25 AM at my friend R's house in Brooklyn.)

Dream 1

A man showed me a new invention which I had suggested to him. It was a barrel with tubes or wires going through it. The tubes/wires, possibly insulated with red plastic, carried water or liquid or electricity.

I thought the invention was good, but I suggested another addition. I worried that the man would grumble at me or hate me because the suggestion might imply that the invention in its current state allowed some dripping of something bad onto the pipes, and that the whole arrangement of pipes would have to be reconfigured.

But I told the man that all he had to do was put a wooden board over the pipes, the whole circumference of the barrel, since the pipes only ran along the bottom, anyway. Apparently the addition suggested was a coat hook or coat rack.

I was now in "my" "bedroom" in an apartment. The bedroom was open, no walls except the wall with the door out of the bedroom, and no ceiling, so I could see the buildings around me and up to the sky. I was lying on me bed, reading.

I heard a voice like a man catcalling "hey-YO!" from a window behind me. He did this all the time, and I always just had to ignore him. I looked behind me, to the building the man was in. There were two narrow buildings there. They were both painted. The one on the left was beige with pink designs. The one on the right, the one the man's apartment was in, was red with cloudy forms fading in and out of an orange and yellow background, with a repetitive pattern of a moon in front of which an eagle flew in silhouette.

I thought that this apartment building had a name, XXXXX. Housing projects had names, and the names carried reputations. But apartment buildings really didn't. But this one did.

In my mind's eye I could see the street in front of the building. It was wide and busy and on a slope. The building had been abandoned for a while. Even the catcaller was gone.

I looked at the windows on the floors above me.  One window was half-covered with deep blue paper with a one-color painting advertising a Bruce Lee festival. The window a floor up had another one-color advertisement, this time on goldenrod paper, with the photo of Jack Nicholson sticking his face through the door in The Shining.

I thought, Don't look through this window. It's his (the catcaller's). He'll come back and be madder than ever. I saw the face of a bald man materialize.

I now stood outside some place, a cottage or XXXXX but outside, with a Latina woman and her teenage daughter. They were going to show me a place I could have for $550/month, which was incredibly reasonable to me.

They opened the place. I saw inside. It was incredible. It was just a room, but it was enormous. There was a huge bed, and at the head of the bed was a huge window that gave a perfect view of the ocean. I said, "No, no. This can't be true."