(Entered in paper journal at 4:15 PM on train from New Haven, Connecticut, to New York City.)
Dream 1
I knew a woman was dead. I saw somehow that she had angered a man who was rich and some type of criminal. I knew he had killed her and (before or after) cut off one of her hands.
I saw something like a cartoon of the woman in some dark blue room like a ballroom. The woman slapped the man in front of all his friends. Either the man or woman was coated in bright red, blod, the only thing (other than the eyes of people) not blue or black. This meant the man was angry and the woman was going to get killed.
I was now in a room with hot pink walls. On a diving "wall" somewhere in the room was a ledge of thin wood that was also painted hot pink. On it stood plastic figurines of a bride and groom. Once again I knew this stood for the man and woman.
I was now as small as the figurines. I stood on the ledge. I knew this meant I was the woman. I knocked the woman figurine off the ledge, somehow trying to reenact her death.
I was walking in the woods. I walked down a trail cluttered with big, schist-like boulders, to a river or lake. All the time I heard a conversation, as if in narration. I was also thinking out how the woma had been killed. I was still the woman, too, though I was myself.
It now all dawned on me, and as it dawned on me, I became sick, like something similar was being done to me, though I hadn't started the feeling the effects until now. I now knew that the man had shot up the woman with some drug in the vertebrae of her neck. When she was paralyzed he did something torturous to her and then, as she was on the verge of death, he cut off one of her hands. She was in a wedding dress.
I was crawling on my belly onto the rocks that waded in the first waters of the river/lake. As I looked at the pool of water surrounded by the boulder I saw so much trash everywhere. There was an upside-down baby carriage that was colored hot pink, with tattered fabric. I was disgusted with the garbage in the water. I thought, This is nature. It shouldn't be so crummy.
I was sick, hardly moving, and afraid that the man who had done this to me would catch up and kill me. I saw the woman's lace-cuffed hand floating palm-up in the water. I felt even sicker.
But now I was standing up, only myself, no longer the woman. I was walking up bouldres that got taller as they got into deeper water. I knew or thought that the rest of the body of the woman would be by the next and last boulder, floating in the shadow of its face, belly up, in her wedding dress, at the fringes of this vast body of water.
As I approached the edge of the boulder, I hunched down, maybe even lay down, suddenly. I didn't want to see the body in the water. I thought something like, That's the last thing I need to see -- more trash in the water.
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(7/21/08) pompeii new york; vuitton or saint laurent?; bicycle arms
(Entered in paper journal at 6:15 AM on Q-train from Brooklyn into Manhattan.)
Dream #1
I was with a group of people, possibly scientists, looking over a river which ran through a range of hills. I don't know how we were there -- it was like we were disembodied, somehow.
Suddenly the view of everything went negative. In this negative view we saw lava flooding over the hills and through the river.
The view was normal again. The lava had quickly cooled, and the whole landscape was now a cinnamon-brown color, as if everything the lava had touched was itself now cooled lava. The Brooklyn Bridge was nearby. It, too, was cinnamon-brown. We flew over the bridge, as if we were in a helicopter.
Somebody mentioned that we were here to protect this area. Some people were trying to tear it all down. But we thought we needed to preserve it to show people what would happen if lava flowed through an area like this ever again.
Dream #2
I was out on a path in a foresty area. I knelt on the side of the path with a woman. The light was golden, dim, like it was late afternoon.
The woman (who may have looked like a young, thin version of my mother) was talking about how she didn't like herself or think she was beautiful since the man she loved had left her. Either I or another man may have told the woman how beautiful she was.
The woman and the other man were now walking back to a nearby wood building. The building was a school building. The woman was a teacher there. The man walking with the woman was the woman's new love interest. His name was XXXXX Saint Laurent. I followed the woman and man, but more like a camera, or a disembodied eye.
The woman said something like, "Thank you for giving me such confidence and making me feel beautiful."
The man was dressed very nicely. He looked like a businessman.
The woman opened the door. The two walked into the building. Right inside, in a small, dim hallway, stood the woman's old lover, whose name was Louis Vuitton. The man was taller than the other man, slightly better dressed, and altogether more elegant.
Louis Vuitton told the woman how he wanted her back and how he wanted to take the woman away from the "awful" life of a schoolteacher.
Vuitton saw Saint Laurent. My view was on Saint Laurent. I tried to convince myself that Saint Laurent was better for the woman than Vuitton. But I knew the woman would go with Vuitton, not Saint Laurent.
Dream #3
A young boy like my oldest cousin (who was, in waking life, my best friend through childhood) wanted to sneak into some special compartment on the subway. He and I -- I was also a young boy -- got onto the train.
The boy spoke to the conductor about his desire. The conductor told the boy he would give the boy an operation. The conductor would cut both the boy's arms off and give him detachable arms. That way the boy could just barely fit into the small, pipe-like space he desired to fit into. I could see that the boy's detachable arms would look like bike parts with bone sockets.
I couldn't see how the boy would get back out of the space without any help. I was pretty certain that once the conductor had helped the boy into the space he would never let him out. The conductor would just leave the boy there, out of either cruelty or forgetfulness.
Dream #1
I was with a group of people, possibly scientists, looking over a river which ran through a range of hills. I don't know how we were there -- it was like we were disembodied, somehow.
Suddenly the view of everything went negative. In this negative view we saw lava flooding over the hills and through the river.
The view was normal again. The lava had quickly cooled, and the whole landscape was now a cinnamon-brown color, as if everything the lava had touched was itself now cooled lava. The Brooklyn Bridge was nearby. It, too, was cinnamon-brown. We flew over the bridge, as if we were in a helicopter.
Somebody mentioned that we were here to protect this area. Some people were trying to tear it all down. But we thought we needed to preserve it to show people what would happen if lava flowed through an area like this ever again.
Dream #2
I was out on a path in a foresty area. I knelt on the side of the path with a woman. The light was golden, dim, like it was late afternoon.
The woman (who may have looked like a young, thin version of my mother) was talking about how she didn't like herself or think she was beautiful since the man she loved had left her. Either I or another man may have told the woman how beautiful she was.
The woman and the other man were now walking back to a nearby wood building. The building was a school building. The woman was a teacher there. The man walking with the woman was the woman's new love interest. His name was XXXXX Saint Laurent. I followed the woman and man, but more like a camera, or a disembodied eye.
The woman said something like, "Thank you for giving me such confidence and making me feel beautiful."
The man was dressed very nicely. He looked like a businessman.
The woman opened the door. The two walked into the building. Right inside, in a small, dim hallway, stood the woman's old lover, whose name was Louis Vuitton. The man was taller than the other man, slightly better dressed, and altogether more elegant.
Louis Vuitton told the woman how he wanted her back and how he wanted to take the woman away from the "awful" life of a schoolteacher.
Vuitton saw Saint Laurent. My view was on Saint Laurent. I tried to convince myself that Saint Laurent was better for the woman than Vuitton. But I knew the woman would go with Vuitton, not Saint Laurent.
Dream #3
A young boy like my oldest cousin (who was, in waking life, my best friend through childhood) wanted to sneak into some special compartment on the subway. He and I -- I was also a young boy -- got onto the train.
The boy spoke to the conductor about his desire. The conductor told the boy he would give the boy an operation. The conductor would cut both the boy's arms off and give him detachable arms. That way the boy could just barely fit into the small, pipe-like space he desired to fit into. I could see that the boy's detachable arms would look like bike parts with bone sockets.
I couldn't see how the boy would get back out of the space without any help. I was pretty certain that once the conductor had helped the boy into the space he would never let him out. The conductor would just leave the boy there, out of either cruelty or forgetfulness.
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