(Entered in paper journal at 8:57 AM at Ozzie's coffee shop on Garfield and 5th Avenue in Brooklyn.)
Dream 1
A group of people were chosen to deal with something like a volcano. Although each person was chosen for a different task, everybody in the group was chosen because they were of the highest level of intelligence.
Each person had been sent into their separate locations around the volcano to perform their separate missions. But all of them or almost all of them were close to the point of death now, having delved deep into the workings of the volcano without actually making it function.
I saw a man in a tall but ragged office building which was next to and a little skewed from a similar building. I also saw a woman in Army fatigues in a very small cave that was lit red. With both of them (three, possibly -- the woman may have had a man with her) it was like the oxygen was depleting, suffocating them.
The people weren't trying to make the volcano work to "bring back oxygen" in their spaces. Their goal was something else. But their having gotten so far into the workings of the volcano "tripped" something antagonistic that was now killing them by suffocation. They had not done all they had needed to do, and they were only seconds from losing consciousness, so they simply relaxed and resigned themselves to death.
Then out of nowhere the volcano erupted. It was more like a geyser. It was just a blast of water from flat, boggy, salty ground. Steam and mist wafted and billowed violently over the land.
And suddenly oxygen filled the areas. The woman, who may have been cradling the man (boy) with her, looked back toward the exit of the cave. She breathed deeply.
The man in the office stood up. He looked out the window to the office next to him. A man and woman, both very strong and attractive, stood up and kissed each other.
I was now the man in the first office. I thought, This is finally all over; at last they can have their love.
Dream 2
There were a dog and a wolf in a field. The wolf was used by farmers (?) to keep wild animals (possibly even giraffes) in check But the wolf may have had a bad or abusive side. The way the wolf "disciplined" was to jump on the animals and bite their necks as if attacking them to eat them. But he would just rough them up until they stopped.
The dog wasn't doing anything bad, but the wolf decided to jump on the dog anyway. The dog was angry because he wasn't wild and shouldn't have been jumped on anyway. He lay down, which was the general animal sign of submission, but then rolled over and bit onto the wolf's throat.
The wolf and the dog wrestled quite a ways, mainly with both standing and the wolf trying to shake off the dog. When the wolf had finally shaken off the dog, though, the wolf's throat was completely gashed open. The wolf walked away to die -- it knew it was going to die. It had a meek, little smile on its face, as if to tell the dog, Couldn't you see I was just kidding?
I (watching all this from the hills) thought, Even if you were just kidding, you deserved it! You were abusing your power!
Dream 3
I was in a big but cheap looking, kind of modern living room with glass walls. It was night. There were a few people in the house, but in particular a young woman, who probably owned the house. I was there to be with her. She had just broken up with her boyfriend. She liked me, and I knew, though I didn't necessarily like.
I knew the woman's boyfriend also knew the woman liked me. He wanted to kill me and kill her because she liked me. I was going to stand up to him and tell him to leave her alone. But now he came at the house. He looked like me somehow, when I had long hair.
At a sprint the boyfriend pushed a lawnmower-like device through the window wall. He skirted all of us and ended up by a dining table, holding a knife out at us. He wasn't going to listen to reason. He wanted to kill.
Dream 4
I put a birthday card in my co-worker AS's office. The whole office space was cluttered and confused, full of dirty, white-green office light. After doing something, I came back to the office. Everybody was there now, whereas they hadn't been before.
I went into CJ's office, which was around a cluttered hall corner from AS's, and down a long hall from everybody else's office. I thought of AS and headed into her office, which was now empty (but dusty), dotted sparsely with a couple wires, a keyboard, etc.
AS walked out of the office. I tried to tell her happy birthday. But she just looked at me as if soemthing in the card (or the fact that I hadn't signed the card everybody else had signed?) had really offended her. AS had blonde hair, as opposed to her usual brunette hair color. I called after her, "I like your hairstyle change!" But she walked away without even pausing to acknowledge me.
I went back into CJ's office. CJ asked me, "Did you get the research done out there?" CJ had sent me out to an open field like at the Valles Caldera, near Los Alamos, New Mexico. I hadn't found out what he had wanted me to find out. But I told him what I had seen. CJ made an angry face but didn't say anything.
I drifted back in my vision to the valley, which was slightly obscured as if I were (thought I wasn't) standing behind a final corner or bend of a mountain. During this time I was trying to figure why the "lava" from the "volcano" I had witnessed a while back (as if my first dream were real) hadn't glopped over the ground and hardened into basalt.
Some image came into my mind of a gradual hardening of ash from the point of ejection in a circle outward. The ash would be invisible until it hardened.
a work in progress -- transcribing my dream notebooks, from march 2004 to march 2010, onto the internet
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Saturday, February 11, 2017
Saturday, February 4, 2017
(10/29/06) on my knees for the army probe
(Entered in paper journal at 10:04 AM at Flying Saucer Cafe in Brooklyn.)
Dream 1
A gymnasium full of people getting physical examinations for the Army. Most of the test was fine. But one test scared people so much they would leave before getting examined. In particular I remember my co-worker DE was in front of me in line. He laughed uneasily and walked away through a maze of folding tables, throwing his pile of forms down and saying something about not wanting to join the Army that bad, even if people did think he was a coward.
I stood before the tester -- my friend ML. Te test that scared people was having an aluminal (???) strip about one-quarter-inch wide and two feet long stuck down your throat. The strip (of less than one millimeter thickness) would gather mucous and microorganisms which would be analyzed to determine the applicant's inner fitness.
Of course very few people were willing to have a metal strip shoved down their throat and into (and beyond?) their stomach. I myself wasn't willing. But I had to let it happen -- I wanted to be in the Army and I wanted to let people know I wasn't afraid.
ML lifted up the strip. It had a small circle for a "handle" (though it was at most one inch in diameter) and an arrow point at the end. But when it went into my throat it had no arrow point: it was just a flat-edged strip.
I was on my knees. ML stuck the strip in. At first it went down the left side of my throat and wouldn't go all the way in. ML pulled the strip out and said, "Whoops! Went down the wrong pipe!" This meant it went down my (trachea?) and not my (esophagus?).
ML inserted the strip into me again. I felt my throat sphincter resisting. I relaxed as much as I could. The strip went farther down. At some point I couldn't feel it anymore, and I wondered if we were making progress.
ML said, "Here we go. Almost finished."
I thought, Almost finished? But I barely felt a thing! I was a little disappointed that it hadn't hurt more or felt grosser, which would have augmented my sense of bravery.
Dream 1
A gymnasium full of people getting physical examinations for the Army. Most of the test was fine. But one test scared people so much they would leave before getting examined. In particular I remember my co-worker DE was in front of me in line. He laughed uneasily and walked away through a maze of folding tables, throwing his pile of forms down and saying something about not wanting to join the Army that bad, even if people did think he was a coward.
I stood before the tester -- my friend ML. Te test that scared people was having an aluminal (???) strip about one-quarter-inch wide and two feet long stuck down your throat. The strip (of less than one millimeter thickness) would gather mucous and microorganisms which would be analyzed to determine the applicant's inner fitness.
Of course very few people were willing to have a metal strip shoved down their throat and into (and beyond?) their stomach. I myself wasn't willing. But I had to let it happen -- I wanted to be in the Army and I wanted to let people know I wasn't afraid.
ML lifted up the strip. It had a small circle for a "handle" (though it was at most one inch in diameter) and an arrow point at the end. But when it went into my throat it had no arrow point: it was just a flat-edged strip.
I was on my knees. ML stuck the strip in. At first it went down the left side of my throat and wouldn't go all the way in. ML pulled the strip out and said, "Whoops! Went down the wrong pipe!" This meant it went down my (trachea?) and not my (esophagus?).
ML inserted the strip into me again. I felt my throat sphincter resisting. I relaxed as much as I could. The strip went farther down. At some point I couldn't feel it anymore, and I wondered if we were making progress.
ML said, "Here we go. Almost finished."
I thought, Almost finished? But I barely felt a thing! I was a little disappointed that it hadn't hurt more or felt grosser, which would have augmented my sense of bravery.
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