(6/14/05) expensive breakfast cocktails; transvestite eviction greeting card

(Entered in paper journal at 6 AM at home in Harlem.)

Dream 1

Something strange had happened at work, like work had been canceled, or like we had our work changed from one type of work to another. Some guy had given us a speech about how things had changed. Now everybody cleared out.

I sat on a hillside with my crewmate and friend KB. We looked down on some "main street" and a little bar there. She asked if I wanted to go there for breakfast. I said sure.

I was now wandering through some spot of town far down the road. It took me a minute to realize I wasn't supposed to be there.

I was now at the bar, sitting with KB and some man, maybe my friend ML, maybe a well-put-together man like a doctor or a Ph.D. candidate.

We sat below a sign displaying a list of drinks the bar served for breakfast. I didn't want to order anything. It was all too expensive. But I didn't want to look like a cheapskate, either. The sign was huge and had two sides. I read both sides and finally found one drink I could afford. But even then I didn't want to order. It just seemed like too much money.

Dream 2

I had moved into a rented room-type place. My brother had as well. Our landlady came in to look at the place. We left. We came back. The place had been dirty before. Now it was clean. I knew my landlady had looked through my dresser drawers.

My brother had gotten kicked out. But I looked in the drawer, where my girl clothes were, and saw a letter for me to leave, too. It was in magic marker and signed in different colors by all kinds of different people, all of whom were in my landlady's family. It was almost like a "thank you" or "we'll miss you" card.

(7/28/06) a place as nice as this should be full by now; my feminine hairstyle and identity

(Entered in paper journal at 9:10 AM at Starbucks at 1st Street and 7th Avenue in Brooklyn.)

Dream 1

I and a group of people went into a very quiet restaurant/bar. The place had yellow, stucco-like walls and a Latin feel. A few of us walked up to the bar. The bartender, a woman, said she was surprised we had the place all to ourselves.

I turned to a friend (who looked like my coworker DE, except with long, black hair and skater clothes) and chuckled to him that what the bartender said was kind of quaint.

"DE" got indignant and said, "Well, it is surprising! A place as nice as this should be full by now. I mean, it's a bar!"

Dream 2

I was in a "barber shop," which was like a basement of some old, Latin-style, cathedral-like building, very plain, dank, etc. I sat in a barber's chair before a plain, arched entrance to a hallway full of arched hallways and stairways. The barber brushed out my hair and styled it in a feminine style. I stood and walked to a woman and hugged her.

Now it was like I watched myself standing (again) and walking to and embracing the woman. "I" was supposed to be a beautiful, skinny woman. But I didn't have a great body, and my face and hair were kind of dumpy. My hair was enormous, below my waist, frizzy, messy. "I" said something romantic to the other woman.

Now (seeing from "her/my" point of view again) I looked to my left, up to a TV on a stairwell wall, to watch the whole scene. Now I saw the woman ("I") standing where the TV had been. She was dressed in a rough robe like a prisoner or a resident in an old insane asylum.

I thought, Well, my hair didn't get cut at all. I have to get it cut.

I sat back down in the barber's chair. A guy stood behind me and began cutting my hair.

(10/19/09) dream of exile; borrowing from sydney pollack

(Entered in paper journal at 7:50 AM at Red Horse cafe in Brooklyn.)

Dream #1

A scene that was supposed to be from the anime Last Exile. Dio was being pursued by his sister. Dio was riding a vanship. Luciola was his navigator. Luciola stood upon the back of the vanship, before a large gun which stood there. He loaded up the gun with purple, circular stickers which had been on a rolled, wax sheet. The stickers had been arranged in a grid-like pattern. I wondered if Dio would actually allow his sister to be killed, and what his personality might be like after that.

Dream #2

I stood before the bar at a bar or cafe. The bar was so tall that I had to stand on tall chairs just to get my chin over the bar. The light in the cafe (?) was yellow, the walls also yellow. There were a lot of people around me.

Somebody asked me something like, if I'd needed money, why didn't I just ask for it?

I looked to my right. Sydney Pollack was standing on the floor, looking into a bagel case, which may have been lit with fluorescent lights. I spoke about how I needed ten thousand dollars. When I said that, Sydney Pollack turned his face just slightly toward me.

I now stood on the floor, to Pollack's right. I may have been talking in his direction, though not directly to him, about why I needed the money.

(2/2/10) new and old friends at bar

(Entered in paper journal at 6:30 AM on B-train into work from Brooklyn.)

Dream #1

I was in a bar, possibly with my co-workers. The bar was spacious, lit slightly dimly. There were a moderate amount of people inside. I had been wandering around for a while and was about to leave.

I saw my old friend R. He had kind of shaggy hair and was wearing a green t-shirt with a yellow design. At first R ignored me when I tried to greet him. I was relieved. I didn't really want to speak with him.

I decided to grab my book bag so I could leave. My bag was behind the bar, for some reason. The bartender, who looked like a senior co-worker, JM, handed me the bag. One or two of my co-workers may have seen that I was getting ready to leave. They themselves left.

I wandered back through the bar one more time, to see if there were any co-workers I needed to say goodbye to. It seemed like everybody was gone. So I walked back toward the door. The space before the door had dark wood floors and white stucco walls and kind of looked like a church. On the wall o my right was a mirror.

My friend R confronted me, not angry, but a little put off, asking me questions, possibly like why was I here, and why hadn't I spoken with him in so long?

I looked at my face in the mirror. I had a big pimple on the left side of my face, near my nose. I felt like I looked horrible. I may have walked toward the exit.