(Entered in paper journal at 5:55 AM at home in Harlem.)
Dream 1
I was in a large house that looks (now) more like a warehouse full of stacks of towels stacked maybe five to twenty feet high. Each stack was a single color, but there were all different colors. I was walking over all these stacks toward a side room that was about half the size and height of this room and dim. The shower was here.
My friend R's girlfriend L ran either to or from the shower and told me she'd be just a moment. She was wearing only a tiny, sea-green outfit, like a tiny bra and panties strung together along her sides. I looked down for a moment, embarrassed. Then I looked back up, thinking, No. If we're living on equal terms, I can't get embarrassed by her normal instincts. But then she was gone.
I stood by some counter that looked like a ticket booth, at the "warehouse" edge of the dim room. I grabbed a towel from a small stack.
Now I was watching some TV commercial as if it were on a movie screen far off. A man stood in the center of the screen, a shoulder shot with a panorama of mountains on either side. He said how if i signed up for this new cell phone deal (which I knew I could not afford) I could get a "VCR." He produced from his pocket something about the size of a 110-film camera with a futuristic, blue-metal casing and a circle of smooth nouveau-style buttons.
I now held one -- possibly I had gotten the deal. I looked into square no bigger than a small camera's viewfinder and saw, far off in the distance, a square on which a movie played. I thought, This'll kill a person's eyes. The movie slowly got closer, until it encompassed me altogether.
I was in a seat the legs of which were beamed together by a wooden board with a rusted metal strip in the middle. I was up in the air, being towed along over a dirt road in a rural farm area by a pickup truck to which I was tied by a rough, thin rope.
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Sunday, March 12, 2017
Thursday, March 2, 2017
(9/7/05) owen wilson's art nouveau dirigible
(Entered in paper journal at 5:25 PM at the Tea Lounge on Union Street and 7th Avenue in Brooklyn.)
Dream 1
I was by a car on a main street like in a small town. It was daytime. I was with other people. We had possibly finished some job.
We looked up to the sky. A blimp descended. On the underside, above the passenger cabin, was an LCD saying that "OWAN WILSON" was coming to visit. The blimp landed. Owen Wilson opened the door and walked out for a second.
There may have been a crowd now. Wilson acknowledged a few people and walked back into the blimp, the decoration of which took on a somehow British Art Nouveau style. The door was wood-framed with a window pane from waist height up. The glass was painted over with black and white, flower-like squares
arranged in a cross pattern
with the center (x) in clear, featureless glass.
I looked into the cabin through one of these clear glass spaces. I tried to do something witty with the motions of the eye that was looking through the glass. I rolled my eye up and down and left and right in some way. I thought that should have been impressive. But I don't think I really impressed myself.
Dream 1
I was by a car on a main street like in a small town. It was daytime. I was with other people. We had possibly finished some job.
We looked up to the sky. A blimp descended. On the underside, above the passenger cabin, was an LCD saying that "OWAN WILSON" was coming to visit. The blimp landed. Owen Wilson opened the door and walked out for a second.
There may have been a crowd now. Wilson acknowledged a few people and walked back into the blimp, the decoration of which took on a somehow British Art Nouveau style. The door was wood-framed with a window pane from waist height up. The glass was painted over with black and white, flower-like squares
arranged in a cross pattern
with the center (x) in clear, featureless glass.
I looked into the cabin through one of these clear glass spaces. I tried to do something witty with the motions of the eye that was looking through the glass. I rolled my eye up and down and left and right in some way. I thought that should have been impressive. But I don't think I really impressed myself.
Sunday, February 12, 2017
(7/27/06) beautiful building and woman; i don't even like her!; shark rabies
(Entered in paper journal at 6:43 AM on B-train from 7th Avenue in Brooklyn to Rockefeller Center in Manhattan.)
Dream 1
A beautiful building in something like an Art Nouveau style. Pinkish bricks in a round battlement configuration. Beige-goldenrod stone arches moving inward toward the doors and windows. The "battlement" structure maybe three/four stories high. From that, a brick "tower" like a smokestack.
Evening. A beautiful woman standing before me and looking at me.
Dream 2
My friends R, L, and maybe CV were in a dim grocery store that faded toward the front into a living room. R and L were talking about some woman CV had had sex with, like I was supposed to be jealous. But they wouldn't tell me who the woman was. Finally I pieced together that it was L's sister A.
I stood by the vegetables (where we had all been standing before) and said, "That's supposed to make me jealous? I don't even like A!"
Dream 3
I was swimming in "the ocean" on a sunny day. There were small waves. I was standing on the beach, on a tall, sandy hill high above and at least one hundred meters away from the water. I was with a group of people, all having fun, probably putting on sunscreen before heading into the water. There was a big trailer somewhere. It provided shade somewhere.
A couple big, blonde, tan, cheerful guys jogged down to the water. One (red shorts, though I feel I only saw his right shoulder) joked at the other, "I always go in first and then you go in. But you always say we'll go in together."
A group of girls giggled at the guys statement and ran off to the right to head into the water (the guys had run straight forward, down the hill). I walked behind them, passing a very pretty, tiny-bodied girl in a swimsuit that appeared to be made out of basket wicker, beige with some gentle, blue, sky-like design.
The girls jumped off some stone ledge and into the water. When I got to the ledge I noticed how far down it was to the water. I was afraid to jump, but I did. Somehow my body stretched so I kept one foot on the ledge while the rest of me extended way out over and finally into the water (at which point I turned to my "regular size" again).
I played around in the water, which I wasn't sure was ocean water. The water was so brown, it couldn't be ocean water. And I had jumped into the water from a tall ledge that was more like a river's bank than an ocean shore or cliff.
I worried about sharks. I swam around and tried not to worry. I imagined myself as a squid. I put my head under the water, closed my eyes, and just imagined my body flowing like a squid's body. Then I heard my mom talking about how if sharks bite you, you get rabies.
I was in a car with my family. My mom drove. She was talking about how my oldest nephew and XXXXX needed to get their their rabies shots or she would get arrested for neglect.
We drove through a gas station and then (it was night) before a wide, tall, square apartment complex behind which was an enormous tree and the final eggshell blue and pale gas purple of the horizon. We drove down a skinny street which ended at a gate.
I saw a man's severed head in my imagination. I knew you got your head cut off after you got rabies. I had thought earlier about getting myself some rabies shots. Now I wondered something about getting my head replaced.
Dream 1
A beautiful building in something like an Art Nouveau style. Pinkish bricks in a round battlement configuration. Beige-goldenrod stone arches moving inward toward the doors and windows. The "battlement" structure maybe three/four stories high. From that, a brick "tower" like a smokestack.
Evening. A beautiful woman standing before me and looking at me.
Dream 2
My friends R, L, and maybe CV were in a dim grocery store that faded toward the front into a living room. R and L were talking about some woman CV had had sex with, like I was supposed to be jealous. But they wouldn't tell me who the woman was. Finally I pieced together that it was L's sister A.
I stood by the vegetables (where we had all been standing before) and said, "That's supposed to make me jealous? I don't even like A!"
Dream 3
I was swimming in "the ocean" on a sunny day. There were small waves. I was standing on the beach, on a tall, sandy hill high above and at least one hundred meters away from the water. I was with a group of people, all having fun, probably putting on sunscreen before heading into the water. There was a big trailer somewhere. It provided shade somewhere.
A couple big, blonde, tan, cheerful guys jogged down to the water. One (red shorts, though I feel I only saw his right shoulder) joked at the other, "I always go in first and then you go in. But you always say we'll go in together."
A group of girls giggled at the guys statement and ran off to the right to head into the water (the guys had run straight forward, down the hill). I walked behind them, passing a very pretty, tiny-bodied girl in a swimsuit that appeared to be made out of basket wicker, beige with some gentle, blue, sky-like design.
The girls jumped off some stone ledge and into the water. When I got to the ledge I noticed how far down it was to the water. I was afraid to jump, but I did. Somehow my body stretched so I kept one foot on the ledge while the rest of me extended way out over and finally into the water (at which point I turned to my "regular size" again).
I played around in the water, which I wasn't sure was ocean water. The water was so brown, it couldn't be ocean water. And I had jumped into the water from a tall ledge that was more like a river's bank than an ocean shore or cliff.
I worried about sharks. I swam around and tried not to worry. I imagined myself as a squid. I put my head under the water, closed my eyes, and just imagined my body flowing like a squid's body. Then I heard my mom talking about how if sharks bite you, you get rabies.
I was in a car with my family. My mom drove. She was talking about how my oldest nephew and XXXXX needed to get their their rabies shots or she would get arrested for neglect.
We drove through a gas station and then (it was night) before a wide, tall, square apartment complex behind which was an enormous tree and the final eggshell blue and pale gas purple of the horizon. We drove down a skinny street which ended at a gate.
I saw a man's severed head in my imagination. I knew you got your head cut off after you got rabies. I had thought earlier about getting myself some rabies shots. Now I wondered something about getting my head replaced.
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