(8/8/08) nurses, dogs, and an underground bank

(Entered in paper journal at 6:30 AM on Q-train from Brooklyn to Manhattan.)

Dream #1

I lay in bed. Natural light dimly lit my room. A couple black women walked before the foot of my bed, from my right to my left, as if they had walked in from one room, into my room, and then out through the hallway.

The women were both nurses. The first one was kind of in shape, but the second was a little heavy. The second nurse wore a green dress. She acted like she wanted to make me feel like she didn't care about me at all. She kind of made a face without looking at me and waved a black Bic pen at me. I didn't care what the woman thought, although I thought the pen looked familiar.

The first woman (both women now out of sight, in the hallway, probably) said to the second woman, "You found it! Give it back to him!" The women walked back into my bedroom. The second woman offered me the pen. I sat up so I could take it. It might have been all chewed and spitty.

The second woman was now flirting with me. She looked different, a little more in shape. She made sexual advances on me. I accepted. She laid me back, with my feet hanging off the bed. I was inside her.

(At this point I may have woken up. I lay in bed thinking about the dream. I had a weird, buzzing feeling all over my body. I got nervous about the feeling -- excited -- thinking it might be the precursor to an astral projection -- and lost it. But I told myself to relax. The feeling came back. I told myself to give in to it as much as I could. I was surrounded by a pool of darkness. I felt a rushing around me.)

I was walking down a city street, more like a plaza or a side-street somehow, with all the stores around me brightly lit. My old friend R walked toward me. He held three dogs on a leash. They may all three have been the dog R actually had in waking life -- except that they were all furry and yet also had either a doberman- or bulldog-like look to them.

I tried to give the dogs as much space as possible, but they would crowd into my way, almost as if directed by R somehow. The dogs growled and scowled at me.

I turned around as R passed me. I made a nasty remark about R and a violent remark regarding the dogs.

I walked into something like a convenience store. Either walking through the convenience store or along the sidewalk I suddenly became hurried, like I had a schedule to meet. I ran to something like a street intersection which was more like a balcony opening into the street. I jumped over the barrier and into the hole.

Down below was a bank, which I called by the name of a bank that is fairly common in the New York City area. There was a huge, closed-shaped service desk in the center of the room. There were a lot of people all around.

As I landed I could feel and hear my breath, almost as if it were a straight flow. The sound and feeling became strange and now it was like it was pulling me back into my body as I lay in my bed.

(2/12/09) assignment from boss; guns make zombies

Dream #1

I sat in an "office" with my old boss BS. The office felt more like a bedroom with a desk and messy piles of paper everywhere. The room's atmosphere was like that of the room I'd had in a double-wide trailer I'd lived in at a National Park in New Mexico. It had bluish-grey light, thin, fake-wood walls, and a cold feeling all over.

BS asked me either to help him take care of something only I could take care of or to look at some of his most recent reports. If BS asked me to look at his reports, it would have been because he'd finally used some of the ideas I'd had about the stocks we were doing research on, but he didn't want to tell me that directly.

Dream #2

A lot of scenes I don't remember, involving a group of masculine, kind of redneck-like, lesbian women. The scenes took place on bright, hot days, like in the summer, possibly somewhere down south. They largely took place in or near trailer-houses with yards full of neglected, overgrown, tangled vegetation, garbage, and mechanical scraps. There may have been some apocalypse which killed people or turned them into zombies, or else there would soon be an apocalypse like this.

Now there were three women in a house. They were in a bright-walled, extremely cluttered room. They were apparently training on how to use some new guns they'd gotten. I wasn't in this scene at all. It wasn't like I was watching a movie, but more like everything was just there without me.

One of the group of three may actually have been a man. He/she wore a drab, green t-shirt, a similar trucker's cap, and eyeglasses. Another girl wore blue jeans and a white, ribbed tank-top.

Some other girl (a fourth) said she didn't want to learn to use guns. For some reason I agreed with her. I felt like using guns in this situation would also turn people into zombies.

The girl walked out of the house. The boy/girl in the green called after her as the three girls walked out of the house. He/she said, "Have it your way! Who knows? Maybe once we've learned how to use these guns we'll just come shooting you!"

The other two girls said, "No, no," to the girl/boy in green, as if to calm her and stop her from saying foolish things.

The boy/girl now shouted, "Or, I mean, maybe we'll come shooting zombies to protect you!"