(9/28/05) world record children

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

Dream 1

A couple kids were flying in some small ship like a detached car from an amusement park ride. They must have crashed down, but they also possibly managed to achieve some world record. I had a hard time believing this, mainly because I felt threatened by the fact that the ship wasn't big, the people were kids, and the pilot was girl.

Now we were in a "bus station" and waiting. I don't know if I was really there. The children were waiting for their mother, or else their mother was there at first and then gone.

Some old man knew the children had done something wrong and he wanted to expose them. But he was afraid of the children's power, which was now something like psychic power. To the man and to me the children seemed like bloodthirsty savages.

Now the kids were all by themselves among strangers. They were poor, homeless, in tattered clothes. The girl wore a shawl.

Somebody, either to alarm the children out of malice or honestly, to alert everybody in the bus station, made a huge announcement that he had spotted people with a quick and deadly form of hepatitis, and that he had also spotted rats who had died of it.

I was now one of the children. We had to find our mother. but we were afraid that even if we found her she'd be too poor to help us.

Everybody was planning to get out of the bus station (though nobody was moving), and therefore they were safe from the people and rats with hepatitis. But we children couldn't make plans to leave until we'd found our mother.

We found the old man again. But for some reason we couldn't make contact with him. I stared at the door out of the bus station. It looked like it opened into a shopping mall, right in front of some escalators. I didn't know why we couldn't leave.

(10/7/07) submarine and amusement park ride

(Entered in paper journal at 12:23 PM at Starbucks at Houston Street and Hudson Street in Manhattan.)

Dream #1

I looked out a window that was tall and narrow. My mom may have been to my left. I saw a submarine emerge from the water. At first I wasn't sure it was a submarine. I just saw the surface of the vessel. But it drove forward and I saw the central portion (?) of the submarine, which tiered upward.

As I watched, the submarine was revealing itself to be much larger than I had imagined. At the top, or in the top, of the submarine, were two or three cockpits in which pilots sat. I was shouting in happiness finally to have seen such a great vessel.

Somehow my view followed the submarine as it traveled along the surface of the water. We passed some square structures like building-top fan-boxes for air conditioning systems.

I wandered off from the submarine at some point near the shore. I flew (?) through an amusement park, first through something like a maze of mirrors, then through some kind of spinning swing ride, the top of the carousel of which was lined with framed, rectangular mirrors. I descended as if diving into one of the seats.