(11/19/04) sexy transvestite tano; bomb bullies

(Entered in paper journal at 5:30 AM at my friend R's house in Brooklyn.)

Dream 1

Looking at back of magazine (?) like television on back of it. Beautiful women countdown. Number one is Tano, some Latina woman. She sings song in orange bikini, then at some point pulls bikini bottom wrong way. Penis pops out. Starts swimming in swimming pool. Voice over says Tano found sexy because she is transvestite.

Dream 2

Classroom. Kid opens door part way. Puts bomb in. Girl in hallway sees, goes one way then other to tell someone. Bullies meet her. Somehow friend bashes into her and trips up bullies, too. Slow-mo replay -- now girls in white underwear. Some guy sees bomb surreptitiously and goes and tells principal. (Now vision of ailanthus tree with privet berries.) Voice over of guy: "And that's how I became XXXXX." (Something to do with high position in park service.)

(Daytime journal entry corresponding to these dreams.)

Both dreams I remembered from last night are pretty well recorded in the Ghost Book. Here are some additions.

Dream 1

I don't think "Tano" actually pulled the bikini bottom at all. I think she got an erection, and the penis simply popped out of her bikini bottom. During the rest of the dream Tan's bikini bottom's crotch was slid over to the side to reveal Tano's penis.

Tano swam in a strange way in a pool that seems to have been about fifteen feet deep. She would quickly surge to the bottom and then arc back up quickly.

The swimming pool was in the backyard of some tiered, beige-pink stucco, Art Deco mansion. The design for the advertisement on which I saw this picture was Old West-style, beige-tan with large "Tombstone" style lettering, like an old "wanted" poster.

The woman, by the way, was blonde with deeply tanned skin.

Dream 2

The bomb was like a canteen, a flat-sided, circular shape with a spout opening on top.

It seemed to be made of light-wood-style veneer, the same as the classroom door, and lined on its edges with silvery aluminum. It also seemed to hook directly into the classroom door, as if it melded straight in with it.

It was placed only about eighteen inches up from the floor, but the door seemed to have a jamb (NOTE (2017) -- I think I meant to say latch), i.e. the part that springs in and out of the side and into the doorframe hole when you turn the knob,

and the bomb seemed to fit right over this thing or cancel it out altogether. The circle part of the "canteen" butted against the door while the spout headed against the frame.

I saw all this as if I were on my hands and knees. But "I" wasn't the one in this situation.

The lockers across this hallway were dark purple. Strangely enough, they may have been half-height lockers, not stacked one on top of the other, yet somehow taking up just as much height as regular lockers. Or they may simply have been regular-height lockers.

At first the hallway was empty and the girl in it was there on some off chance. But as soon as she thought she should tell, the hallway was a little busy, as if a couple classes had just gotten out.

The hallway had a right intersection just a way up from the woman after she turned right and headed up the hallway. It was from the right intersection that the two bullies hustled out. The bullies were white, thick-necked, slug-like, and almost preppy-like, as well.

Now as the bullies rushed at the girl a couple other guys saw what was about to happen and knew why it was going to happen. They all wanted to do something to stop it from happening and to help the girl tell the (principal?) about the bomb. But they were really afraid of the bullies.

The girl got knocked to the ground. She flew a bit and fell right on her back. The slow-mo replay was of two girls, both in white bikini panties and white, close-hugging tank-tops.

(9/13/07) dismembered; snowboarding; who drank too much; tree corners

(Entered in paper journal at 6:45 AM at Starbucks on 56th Street and Sixth Avenue in Manhattan.)

Dream #1

I walked in a parking lot full of cars. As I did I thought about soldiers who had had their limbs blown off in the Iraq War. I had been walking from the left to the right side of an aisle of cars. Now I walked up a hill. I now stood near the top of the hill and at the end of the dirt lot. I stood between two large objects, possibly buildings. I looked down a steep hill and saw a city, perhaps a desert city.

Dream #2

I saw a man's feet trying to do some kind of footwork on a snowboard in the snow. The man's left foot was near the back of the board and at a right angle to his right foot. The man would lift up his left foot and try to stomp down onto the board in some way. But he would end up stomping down onto the snow.

Dream #3

I was at some party, possibly with a bunch of co-workers. We had been sitting at a long, square table in a long area with a few tables like ours. The area was elevated by a small staircase and overlooked the rest of the "restaurant," like a little balcony.

My memory was swimming, as if I had been drunk. I was trying to convince a short, oldish, Mexican woman that she had drank a lot more than she thought she had. Everybody was disordered, wandering all around our area.

Dream #4

I stood on a street corner. I heard my co-worker MD talking about how our boss DO would always leave right around time for the initiation report presentations for the companies our team was just beginning to cover, leaving MD to do all the work of speaking with the clients.

I stared up. Hanging over me, to my left, beside a telephone pole, were branches of an ailanthus (?) tree, its leafs golden-green from the light of the unseen sun. Below and through the glowing canopy I could see the corner or a pink-bricked building and a square of deep blue sky. Behind me, I knew, perhaps, because I had seen it before, was another redbrick building with a yellow-canopied honeylocust tree in front of it.

It was now like I was flying, sideways, down the street, so that I flew from my right to my left. I saw building fronts like in a small town's main street, glowing in the golden sun.

I could still hear MD speaking. He now said something like, "You should see how DO does it with girls." He then continued with some story of a girl DO seduced (DO, happily married, would NOT have done something like that in waking life) while out on a business trip.