(Entered in paper journal at the Muddy Cup coffee shop on Staten Island.)
Dream 1
I was in the lobby of a movie theater. I was sad because my friend R and his girlfriend L hadn't come to see a movie with me. But at some point R came in. I had apparently been crying. I was trying to hide my face and act like I didn't care even about the movie.
There was a balcony-like upper-level with black-pole railing and black-pole-framed chairs and tables. I walked up there and noticed out of the corner of my eye as I looked at a poster that I had a tick on my right tricep (my arm was bare). I looked away and thought, This can't be a tick. That would make me sick (i.e. with Lyme disease), and that would be too inconvenient.
I looked back down at my arm. It wasn't a tick, just some kind of beetle. I was relieved. But now it was a tick again. I brushed it off. As it fell away I wondered whether I had brushed it all the way off or if the head was still in my flesh. Then I wondered whether it had been a tick after all.
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(7/12/08) field-industry-office; balding; grey cat
(Entered in paper journal at 8:10 AM at Starbucks on Atlantic Avenue in Brooklyn.)
Dream #1
I was with a group of people in a foresty area of a city park. We were on a path which might have been asphalt, covered over slightly with soil. The part we were on seemed to be the junction of a number of paths. We had to scrape certain things from the soil and put the scrapings into vials.
I knelt down by a rock and a full grouping of plants with low, wide leafs. The leafs themselves may have been a little muddy. I noticed that the leafs were dotted with large, resting moths. They seemed to be damp, like everything else around us, as if it had just rained. The leafs also had big, dull-black beetles resting on them.
I thought this was a weird sight, so I called everybody else over to take a look. As they everybody came over, I backed away from the situation. I now stood at a distance from everybody else, as if a few steps up a gentle slope. Everybody was having fun collecting samples. But I didn't even have any vials.
The soil everywhere was moist, which apparently made it easier to collect samples. But where I stood, the soil was frustratingly dry. I thought I should go find some vials, but all I could see in my head were old, used vials with the residue of old soil "rusting" the insides.
I walked down to find some vials. Suddenly I was in a house like a lower middle-class suburban house. The house was largely empty. I was in one of the bedrooms with one of my senior co-workers, ER. The bedroom was supposed to be an office, but probably barely even had a desk in it.
I felt awful that I was here instead of out with the group of folks collecting samples. I knew I'd look bad in everybody else's eyes. I was trying to get out of the office and away from ER. I felt like my being in the office with ER was associating me with him -- his laziness, etc.
But suddenly I knew ER was leaving our company. I told ER I'd be sad to see him go. ER told me that he was going to work with a company in the industry he did analysis on. He said he liked being close to the industry itself, rather than on Wall Street, just sitting around in an office all day.
Dream #2
I came from one room where I was with a few people and into another room like a bedroom, where I was all by myself. The bedroom was big, lit with a single bulb, not dim, but almost dim. I stood before a big bed and felt crowded into the room somehow. I looked at the top of my head with a small mirror. I noticed my hair was thinning a lot. I thought to myself, I knew this was happening to me. Now I'll just finally have to accept it.
In fact, my hair looked very different, like the hair of an older man of Indian or Southeast Asian descent -- curlyish, thin, and flat black. My scalp was also tan-copper, and my skull had a roundish, full shape, like that of an overweight, Indian man.
Dream #3
I walked into my bathroom. There was a grey-brown and grey-striped cat in my bathtub, sitting right by the drain. It caught me by surprise.
Dream #1
I was with a group of people in a foresty area of a city park. We were on a path which might have been asphalt, covered over slightly with soil. The part we were on seemed to be the junction of a number of paths. We had to scrape certain things from the soil and put the scrapings into vials.
I knelt down by a rock and a full grouping of plants with low, wide leafs. The leafs themselves may have been a little muddy. I noticed that the leafs were dotted with large, resting moths. They seemed to be damp, like everything else around us, as if it had just rained. The leafs also had big, dull-black beetles resting on them.
I thought this was a weird sight, so I called everybody else over to take a look. As they everybody came over, I backed away from the situation. I now stood at a distance from everybody else, as if a few steps up a gentle slope. Everybody was having fun collecting samples. But I didn't even have any vials.
The soil everywhere was moist, which apparently made it easier to collect samples. But where I stood, the soil was frustratingly dry. I thought I should go find some vials, but all I could see in my head were old, used vials with the residue of old soil "rusting" the insides.
I walked down to find some vials. Suddenly I was in a house like a lower middle-class suburban house. The house was largely empty. I was in one of the bedrooms with one of my senior co-workers, ER. The bedroom was supposed to be an office, but probably barely even had a desk in it.
I felt awful that I was here instead of out with the group of folks collecting samples. I knew I'd look bad in everybody else's eyes. I was trying to get out of the office and away from ER. I felt like my being in the office with ER was associating me with him -- his laziness, etc.
But suddenly I knew ER was leaving our company. I told ER I'd be sad to see him go. ER told me that he was going to work with a company in the industry he did analysis on. He said he liked being close to the industry itself, rather than on Wall Street, just sitting around in an office all day.
Dream #2
I came from one room where I was with a few people and into another room like a bedroom, where I was all by myself. The bedroom was big, lit with a single bulb, not dim, but almost dim. I stood before a big bed and felt crowded into the room somehow. I looked at the top of my head with a small mirror. I noticed my hair was thinning a lot. I thought to myself, I knew this was happening to me. Now I'll just finally have to accept it.
In fact, my hair looked very different, like the hair of an older man of Indian or Southeast Asian descent -- curlyish, thin, and flat black. My scalp was also tan-copper, and my skull had a roundish, full shape, like that of an overweight, Indian man.
Dream #3
I walked into my bathroom. There was a grey-brown and grey-striped cat in my bathtub, sitting right by the drain. It caught me by surprise.
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