(Dream only entered in daytime paper journal. No time/place info given for entry.)
I really can't remember my dreams from last night. I have only a fragment of one.
Dream 1
I walked outside some large stone building in the forest. The land seemed half-developed, like there was a lawn somewhere that gave way to the old doghair (i.e. dead pine needle covering) on the forest ground.
The stone building was like a college hall or college dorm building. In front of it sat a row of young adults. These folks had grown to some height, just a bit taller than I, as if I was still growing through that phase.
I saw my old high school friend DB. He looked like a woman. I wanted to say hello to him, but I thought he might be mad at me for disappeared from his life without having told him anything. So I thought I'd do something to get his attention so he'd come up to me if he wanted to.
There was some weird metal or aluminum track set up on a stand like a wheel-less version of a chute that might load cafeteria trays from the dining room to the kitchen in a dorm building. It was shining and it curved a bit. There was some other structure by it, like a buffet's glass display windows, but I can't quite remember. There were also people walking around, doing some serious business by the track.
I decided I'd clown around by sliding on my stomach up and down the track while all these people were trying to take care of their business. I was now doing this. I "saw" DB laughing. At this moment he looked like a guy again.
Now he and the other young adults walked down some vague path to the front gate, a stone gate, of this land. I followed after them. DB was now like a woman again. I felt about as tall as a three- or four-year-old.
Now my friend R was beside me, I don't know on what side. We seemed to be changing direction as if reality kept reversing itself. R may have always, regardless of this strange reality, stayed on my left side, although I think there was some time during which he was on my right side.
I didn't want to tell R that I was trying to get to DB. I knew R would stop me and try to steal DB from my life.I just kept trying to wander slowly away. I also hoped that DB would turn around and come to me, although I could tell that he/she was looking back toward me and hoping that I would come up to him/her.
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Monday, February 18, 2013
(8/22/07) cameras in my room; sci-fi research report; a better position
(Entered in paper journal at 5:45 AM on Q-train from Brooklyn to Manhattan.)
Dream #1
A man was arranging my family within a wide and mostly empty room, which was apparently my apartment. There was a big, almost featureless rug on the floor. The man would gather my family into groups, usually along three spots, on one of the long ends of the rug.
There were video cameras in one of the side walls. The man also spoke directly to me about a camera that would be in the room. I couldn't figure how the cameras in the wall would be of any use, or why someone would put a camera directly into my place.
Dream #2
I sat in a big room like a high school cafeteria. Two fat, scraggly men stood or sat near me. They had just learned that I had skill as a science fiction writer.
But now the men also saw that I was reading some reports from my job. The men were interested in my job. One of the men began pointing out things I should pay attention to in one of the reports I was reading. One part in particular was a sub-article in a shaded square on one of the pages.
Dream #3
A girl had been living with me or spending time with me because I had been giving her money. At one point the girl and I were decorating Christmas trees, maybe two trees. We were tying strings of green apples around the trees. The strings of apples got thicker and thicker.
Everything seemed like a blur to me, like my vision was sped up or smeared, like film projected at an unusual speed.
I now stood in a close, warm, kind of bright room with the girl. The girl was tall, blonde, very clean and orderly and healthy, but somehow a little boxy-faced.
The girl told me about all the Christmas trees we had made. She showed me photos. The trees were like ceramics or some kind of pastry dough. Some of the trees were more abstract than others. Some had gaps in them while others were whole.
I sat behind some desk as the girl and I spoke about something else. I was afraid my co-worker DE would come up and make the girl more interested in him than she was in me. I thought, Well, get a better position at work and maybe the girl will like you more than she likes DE.
I was walking down a hallway in a shopping mall. It was like a side hallway leading to the main hallways. It was somewhat dim, but full of people. I was on the phone with my mom. I told my mom, "It looks like they're finally talking about giving me a good position."
I now walked into the main hallway, which somehow had an atmosphere like that of a plaza at an amusement park. At the far end, I believed, the hallway opened directly to the outdoors.
I told my mom, "I mean, they're actually being serious and telling me they are going to do this for me." I may have thrown something into a nearby trashcan while saying this.
Dream #1
A man was arranging my family within a wide and mostly empty room, which was apparently my apartment. There was a big, almost featureless rug on the floor. The man would gather my family into groups, usually along three spots, on one of the long ends of the rug.
There were video cameras in one of the side walls. The man also spoke directly to me about a camera that would be in the room. I couldn't figure how the cameras in the wall would be of any use, or why someone would put a camera directly into my place.
Dream #2
I sat in a big room like a high school cafeteria. Two fat, scraggly men stood or sat near me. They had just learned that I had skill as a science fiction writer.
But now the men also saw that I was reading some reports from my job. The men were interested in my job. One of the men began pointing out things I should pay attention to in one of the reports I was reading. One part in particular was a sub-article in a shaded square on one of the pages.
Dream #3
A girl had been living with me or spending time with me because I had been giving her money. At one point the girl and I were decorating Christmas trees, maybe two trees. We were tying strings of green apples around the trees. The strings of apples got thicker and thicker.
Everything seemed like a blur to me, like my vision was sped up or smeared, like film projected at an unusual speed.
I now stood in a close, warm, kind of bright room with the girl. The girl was tall, blonde, very clean and orderly and healthy, but somehow a little boxy-faced.
The girl told me about all the Christmas trees we had made. She showed me photos. The trees were like ceramics or some kind of pastry dough. Some of the trees were more abstract than others. Some had gaps in them while others were whole.
I sat behind some desk as the girl and I spoke about something else. I was afraid my co-worker DE would come up and make the girl more interested in him than she was in me. I thought, Well, get a better position at work and maybe the girl will like you more than she likes DE.
I was walking down a hallway in a shopping mall. It was like a side hallway leading to the main hallways. It was somewhat dim, but full of people. I was on the phone with my mom. I told my mom, "It looks like they're finally talking about giving me a good position."
I now walked into the main hallway, which somehow had an atmosphere like that of a plaza at an amusement park. At the far end, I believed, the hallway opened directly to the outdoors.
I told my mom, "I mean, they're actually being serious and telling me they are going to do this for me." I may have thrown something into a nearby trashcan while saying this.
Saturday, November 24, 2012
(5/3/09) receiving instruction; sweet leftovers
(Entered in paper journal at 9:05 AM at Connecticut Muffin.)
Dream #1
I walked into a classroom. The walls of the classroom may have been sea green. The classroom felt very closed in, but comfortable, as if it were closed from bad weather outside. The students seemed engaged, in the middle of something, with a lot of papers on their desks (the desks were in the standard "grid" pattern). I had a fuzzy feeling, like the comfortable warmth one feels at the end of a sickness.
I wasn't sure I was supposed to be here. But the teacher, a serious looking male, wide-bodied, in a suit and with spectacles, like in an anime, motioned me to a desk, as if I were late. The teacher then instructed me on something. Apparently he had also been walking through the class, instructing other students in the same way.
Dream #2
I was in a university dining hall. The room seemed small, possibly more like a meal-lounge in a hotel or office building. The walls were white, and the room was somewhat brightly lit by fluorescent lights. A continuous line of people were walking into the room. Everybody in the room was about college age.
The room was full of circular tables, maybe six feet in diameter, with fake-wood tops. All the tables were occupied, though maybe not full. I sat at a table near the back, left corner of the room, near the entrance to the room.
The table I sat at may have been able to seat eight people, though it was likely there were just three of us sitting there right now. The other two people sitting at my table were a man and a woman. The woman sat either one seat removed from me to my right or directly to my right. The man sat to my left, removed by either one or two seats.
There had sat, on our table, a cake that had been almost as wide as the table. It had been flat, like a cookie-cake, and red, like a red velvet cake, with white frosting. But someone had just recently come by and lifted the cake off the table, leaving just a white outline of frosting on the table.
A tall, thin, red-haired girl with pale skin and pale blue eyes now walked up (as if from the entrance?) to the woman at my table, who may have looked a lot like the standing girl. Actually, I think that at first the sitting girl was about medium height, thin, with a nice body, tan skin, brown eyes, and long, soft, brown hair, wearing a dark green sweater and probably a black, knee-length skirt. Then, later, she took on the red-haired girl's appearance.
As the standing girl began to speak with the sitting girl, I, trying not to feel left out of the conversation, but also trying not to intrude on the conversation, began to pick at the white outline of frosting, thinking that if I hadn't gotten any of the cake before they took it away, I could at least have some of the frosting. I picked a whole line of it off the table. It was a line broken by little circle designs.
I folded the line I had picked, so it would fit better into my mouth. But then I worried that if I ate this frosting, I'd be thought of as a slob: first, for eating leftover frosting (like leftover pizza cheese, clinging to the bottom of a cardboard pizza box); second, for eating something I'd played with so much.
The standing girl said to the sitting girl, "Hey -- you know what I thought as I saw you sitting here in these clothes? And I was even all the way across the room, with my friends." I thought to myself that the standing girl was now going to deliver an insult, just given the tone of her voice. But the standing girl said, "I thought, Wow, that girl's hot. She looks good in that outfit."
The girls spoke back and forth. I thought the standing girl was trying to make romantic advances on the sitting girl. I was jealous but I didn't really want to care. I also didn't want to intrude.
So I turned to the boy and started having some conversation with him. The boy may have been wearing a suit and tie. We may have started talking business. I really wasn't engaged in talking to the boy at all. When the standing girl walked away I stopped talking to the boy.
The sitting girl, who now definitely looked like the standing girl, turned to me and said, "Did you see how the girl looks in those new stone shoes?" I could see that the standing girl wore low-heeled, buckle-strapped shoes, which would normally be made of shiny, black leather. (I must have been thinking of Mary Janes.) The sitting girl said, "She looked good. She looked really good."
Dream #1
I walked into a classroom. The walls of the classroom may have been sea green. The classroom felt very closed in, but comfortable, as if it were closed from bad weather outside. The students seemed engaged, in the middle of something, with a lot of papers on their desks (the desks were in the standard "grid" pattern). I had a fuzzy feeling, like the comfortable warmth one feels at the end of a sickness.
I wasn't sure I was supposed to be here. But the teacher, a serious looking male, wide-bodied, in a suit and with spectacles, like in an anime, motioned me to a desk, as if I were late. The teacher then instructed me on something. Apparently he had also been walking through the class, instructing other students in the same way.
Dream #2
I was in a university dining hall. The room seemed small, possibly more like a meal-lounge in a hotel or office building. The walls were white, and the room was somewhat brightly lit by fluorescent lights. A continuous line of people were walking into the room. Everybody in the room was about college age.
The room was full of circular tables, maybe six feet in diameter, with fake-wood tops. All the tables were occupied, though maybe not full. I sat at a table near the back, left corner of the room, near the entrance to the room.
The table I sat at may have been able to seat eight people, though it was likely there were just three of us sitting there right now. The other two people sitting at my table were a man and a woman. The woman sat either one seat removed from me to my right or directly to my right. The man sat to my left, removed by either one or two seats.
There had sat, on our table, a cake that had been almost as wide as the table. It had been flat, like a cookie-cake, and red, like a red velvet cake, with white frosting. But someone had just recently come by and lifted the cake off the table, leaving just a white outline of frosting on the table.
A tall, thin, red-haired girl with pale skin and pale blue eyes now walked up (as if from the entrance?) to the woman at my table, who may have looked a lot like the standing girl. Actually, I think that at first the sitting girl was about medium height, thin, with a nice body, tan skin, brown eyes, and long, soft, brown hair, wearing a dark green sweater and probably a black, knee-length skirt. Then, later, she took on the red-haired girl's appearance.
As the standing girl began to speak with the sitting girl, I, trying not to feel left out of the conversation, but also trying not to intrude on the conversation, began to pick at the white outline of frosting, thinking that if I hadn't gotten any of the cake before they took it away, I could at least have some of the frosting. I picked a whole line of it off the table. It was a line broken by little circle designs.
I folded the line I had picked, so it would fit better into my mouth. But then I worried that if I ate this frosting, I'd be thought of as a slob: first, for eating leftover frosting (like leftover pizza cheese, clinging to the bottom of a cardboard pizza box); second, for eating something I'd played with so much.
The standing girl said to the sitting girl, "Hey -- you know what I thought as I saw you sitting here in these clothes? And I was even all the way across the room, with my friends." I thought to myself that the standing girl was now going to deliver an insult, just given the tone of her voice. But the standing girl said, "I thought, Wow, that girl's hot. She looks good in that outfit."
The girls spoke back and forth. I thought the standing girl was trying to make romantic advances on the sitting girl. I was jealous but I didn't really want to care. I also didn't want to intrude.
So I turned to the boy and started having some conversation with him. The boy may have been wearing a suit and tie. We may have started talking business. I really wasn't engaged in talking to the boy at all. When the standing girl walked away I stopped talking to the boy.
The sitting girl, who now definitely looked like the standing girl, turned to me and said, "Did you see how the girl looks in those new stone shoes?" I could see that the standing girl wore low-heeled, buckle-strapped shoes, which would normally be made of shiny, black leather. (I must have been thinking of Mary Janes.) The sitting girl said, "She looked good. She looked really good."
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