(Entered in paper journal at 6:01 PM at Starbucks on Astor Place in Manhattan.)
Dream 1
I was in a room (maybe a cabin) that was my job. I knelt beside a middle-aged man who was a coworker and was getting ready to leave, either for the day or for good. He had a backpack. He pulled our company's investment research books out of the (my?) backpack. There was a stack of them, and they were all thick. I don't remember whether they were to be read or had already been read.
Now my boss was in. We were in another room, something like a double-wide trailer. The man told me, "You'll have to get used to me working a lot of different ways. I almost always work with my shoes off."
I only slightly realized my boss meant to be demeaning. I told him, "It doesn't bother me. Shoes aren't really necessary, are they?" Then I fully realized that my boss meant to offend me by showing me how he could and would disregard me by being slovenly while I was around.
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Sunday, February 10, 2013
(10/23/07) delusive sub-world; inflatable mattress
(Entered in paper journal at 5:20 AM on Q-train from Brooklyn to Manhattan.)
Dream #1
I watched a movie that was something like Moulin Rouge. Ewan McGregor was dancing around and singing rock opera before Nicole Kidman. There was some understanding that "Ewan" was deluded or deranged. Something physical happened to make him this way. He thought we was living in a different world.
The film went back in time to show what had happened. I was now the Ewan McGregor character. I was dancing around in some large warehouse. Something hit me on the head, something like a big, black box. I didn't pass out, I didn't lose consciousness, it seemed. Instead, I passed downward, through the floor, into a lower level all lit blue and full of silvery fixtures. This was some kind of delusive sub-world.
In the regular world, I saw (as me watching the movie), other people were being attacked. A clock like a grandfather clock was getting ready to stab a Michael Caine-like man in the head. The hour hand was at three.
I saw another person, a boy, encased in metal (like Han Solo in the freezing material), the metal also having been created by a clock person. The boy was spiraling away and screaming, "They've got me! Help! They're taking me away!"
Dream #2
I was in an empty room, maybe like a nice cabin in the woods. I was trying to inflate a mattress which was a bunk bed. I felt like the wood frame holding the two beds together was too heavy: the mattress on the ground would never inflate fully.
I tried again to inflate it. As it was almost fully inflated again, my old friend R walked in. I hurried to shut off the air pump (by a switch right on the mattress). I felt like I had waited too long. I watched the mattress deflate again. R mentioned something about a safety nozzle on the side of the mattress. It popped open any time there was too much pressure.
Dream #1
I watched a movie that was something like Moulin Rouge. Ewan McGregor was dancing around and singing rock opera before Nicole Kidman. There was some understanding that "Ewan" was deluded or deranged. Something physical happened to make him this way. He thought we was living in a different world.
The film went back in time to show what had happened. I was now the Ewan McGregor character. I was dancing around in some large warehouse. Something hit me on the head, something like a big, black box. I didn't pass out, I didn't lose consciousness, it seemed. Instead, I passed downward, through the floor, into a lower level all lit blue and full of silvery fixtures. This was some kind of delusive sub-world.
In the regular world, I saw (as me watching the movie), other people were being attacked. A clock like a grandfather clock was getting ready to stab a Michael Caine-like man in the head. The hour hand was at three.
I saw another person, a boy, encased in metal (like Han Solo in the freezing material), the metal also having been created by a clock person. The boy was spiraling away and screaming, "They've got me! Help! They're taking me away!"
Dream #2
I was in an empty room, maybe like a nice cabin in the woods. I was trying to inflate a mattress which was a bunk bed. I felt like the wood frame holding the two beds together was too heavy: the mattress on the ground would never inflate fully.
I tried again to inflate it. As it was almost fully inflated again, my old friend R walked in. I hurried to shut off the air pump (by a switch right on the mattress). I felt like I had waited too long. I watched the mattress deflate again. R mentioned something about a safety nozzle on the side of the mattress. It popped open any time there was too much pressure.
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