(NOTE: A lot of my dreams in the earlier notebooks were written immediately as I woke up. Partially because of this, the language in the dreams is sometimes very awkward. In particular, the tenses of my verbs change within the course of my entry. Where clarity is not completely sacrificed, I am going to keep this awkward language.)
(Entered in paper journal at 5 AM, most likely at my friend R's house in Brooklyn.)
Dream 1
Begins like a movie. Girl drives down highway on sunny day in farm-like, hilly country, talks about normal life, how she's an alien.
Then I and some woman are in a strange vehicle in front of a poor-looking house. Daytime. The woman goes up and unlocks the front door even though we're not supposed to.
Something like a seagull with an ostrich head kept poking its head through the tattered door. Now it comes out. The vehicle is like a spaceship. This bird was close to me. It comes up and puts my right arm in its mouth, lifts it up a bit, then walks away, as if to say, Don't move, I'm coming back.
I see in a "spaceship" to my right are two other humanoids. But the way behind me and to my left is a tall, tall spaceship like something eaten out hollow, as if the spaceship had been made of bloody meat.
The seagull walks up a ladder. I feel a sinking in my stomach. I know the gull will find two more dead gulls. She will want to drag them up. I hope the doesn't get diseases.
But when she drags them up they're like stuffed animals. My friend says, "This is all a display for children. It's safe for the gull, too. In fact in the other spaceship," (the one to my right) "all the severed feet and eyeballs are only stuffed."
Now suddenly I was in some huge store, by some crates of powdered cocoa in gold-colored tin, pulling the shrink wrap off it all. Some girl from a group of other folks came up and pulled a few tins up to start stocking shelves to look like she was working.
Dream 2
I went up an escalator to a floor with lingerie and tried to get away from some gangster-like folks so I could try some stuff on. They guys talked about a Broncos or Giants game.
Dream 3
I wanted to wash some dishes for my friends ML and MK, but MK said no, one of the movies is too confusing. He then showed me a cartoon from some video about aliens in which there was a video resembling either Chicago or Detroit.
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Sunday, January 20, 2013
(6/23/08) reminiscence before death; grounded flights
(Entered in paper journal at 7:15 AM on B-train from Brooklyn to Manhattan.)
Dream #1
I stood in a hallway, looking in to a room through a wide window, as if I were looking into a nursery in a hospital. The room, though, was like a room in a log cabin. There were a few people in the room, spread out in couples or singly. The people were supposed to be people from my work. Closest to me was my old boss DO, who was speaking about me, possibly mumbling to himself, sitting on a reclining chair, with a blanket over his legs.
On the opposite end of the room an older looking couple sat in a booth like in a 1950s style diner. They held hands across the table. The man was fat, with shaggy, red hair and a beard and big, thick glasses. The woman (the man's wife?) looked like she was out of a cartoon. She wore a frumpy, purple dress and a round hat like an old maid in a forest house might wear. She had thin, round glasses and grey hair and a roundish face and body.
For some reason I thought this couple was speaking nostalgically about their life together, as if they knew they were going to die very soon.
Dream #2
I was in the lobby of an enormous luxury hotel. The interior was of peach and pink marble, and it was lit dimly with golden light. I was all by myself.
I thought of or recalled my cousin AH. She had been living or staying in this hotel. She might have been gone now. I had been staying at this hotel, too. But then I'd left. Now I'd come back, possibly because of travel difficulties.
I heard my aunt M telling me I could stay in AH's room. But I realized that my own old room was open, not to mention some "very nice" rooms which used to be occupied by rich people.
I walked through a number of hallways, some of which were very cheap-looking and lit fluorescent. Finally I came to a room, probably the room my aunt M told me I could stay in. The room was small and cluttered. I was disappointed with it.
Dream #3
It was night and raining heavily. I was outside an airport. I might have been late catching my flight. I was going to Chicago. I went into the airport.
I stood before a ticket counter or information counter. The attendant, a black woman, told me that my flight still hadn't been left yet. It might actually have been canceled due to the awful weather. But another flight was leaving at 11:03. But there was a chance that this flight would also not be able to leave. I could "see" or "feel" that the jet for this flight was an enormous jumbo jet.
Dream #1
I stood in a hallway, looking in to a room through a wide window, as if I were looking into a nursery in a hospital. The room, though, was like a room in a log cabin. There were a few people in the room, spread out in couples or singly. The people were supposed to be people from my work. Closest to me was my old boss DO, who was speaking about me, possibly mumbling to himself, sitting on a reclining chair, with a blanket over his legs.
On the opposite end of the room an older looking couple sat in a booth like in a 1950s style diner. They held hands across the table. The man was fat, with shaggy, red hair and a beard and big, thick glasses. The woman (the man's wife?) looked like she was out of a cartoon. She wore a frumpy, purple dress and a round hat like an old maid in a forest house might wear. She had thin, round glasses and grey hair and a roundish face and body.
For some reason I thought this couple was speaking nostalgically about their life together, as if they knew they were going to die very soon.
Dream #2
I was in the lobby of an enormous luxury hotel. The interior was of peach and pink marble, and it was lit dimly with golden light. I was all by myself.
I thought of or recalled my cousin AH. She had been living or staying in this hotel. She might have been gone now. I had been staying at this hotel, too. But then I'd left. Now I'd come back, possibly because of travel difficulties.
I heard my aunt M telling me I could stay in AH's room. But I realized that my own old room was open, not to mention some "very nice" rooms which used to be occupied by rich people.
I walked through a number of hallways, some of which were very cheap-looking and lit fluorescent. Finally I came to a room, probably the room my aunt M told me I could stay in. The room was small and cluttered. I was disappointed with it.
Dream #3
It was night and raining heavily. I was outside an airport. I might have been late catching my flight. I was going to Chicago. I went into the airport.
I stood before a ticket counter or information counter. The attendant, a black woman, told me that my flight still hadn't been left yet. It might actually have been canceled due to the awful weather. But another flight was leaving at 11:03. But there was a chance that this flight would also not be able to leave. I could "see" or "feel" that the jet for this flight was an enormous jumbo jet.
Sunday, January 6, 2013
(11/1/08) goose mill; seduced by great-grandmother; last year in the suburbs
(Entered in paper journal at 9:14 AM on Q-train from Brooklyn to Manhattan.)
Dream #1
I was on a building top with a couple other people, one of whom may have been my senior co-worker SuD. We looked out over a closely-packed set of buildings in dimmish grey light. SuD was telling us the history of this city. The building we stood on was a big part of the history.
But now we were going to talk about another building. I thought we were going to jump from this building to the next one in our discussion. At first the jump looked small. But I thought, How could we possibly jump from one building to the next? I looked down at the other building top again. It looked far down and all the way across a street. I thought there was no way we could do it.
SuD continued speaking. He said, "This city used to be a lot dirtier. In fact, all the building tops in Chicago were piled with old garbage and debris."
SuD continued talking about Chicago. He pointed out some buildings in the distance, beyond the small cluster we had been looking at. SuD spoke about the "golden glow" the sunlight would sometimes give the red-brick buildings around us.
I longed to see those colors. In my mind's eye I saw the buildings in that light, as if I were descending, down along the golden, canyon-like building walls, to the pavement below.
I now stood with a group people before an old building in the woods. The light all around us was greyish blue, like late afternoon on a cloudly day. The building was painted greyish-blue. It looked very old, but it also looked like it had modern siding on it rather than actual wood.
Our guide (no longer SuD?) said that this building was a mill. The building was in two parts, which were joined from about three-quarters of an inch up to the top (I have no idea what that description means...). The tunnel or underside of this joining was lit with the orange light of a fire. The place looked a little like a stable. There might have been animals like horses and goats milling around aimlessly. There were also geese, which were very frightening to me.
We were walking away from the building. Our guide said, "Of course there are geese here. This is a goose mill."
I thought, I never knew there was such a thing as a goose mill. I never knew you ground geese to eat them.
Now that we were walking away, the woods were like a tunnel-ramp in a subway station. I looked down. I watched a goose beside me basically squirming along the ground on his stomach in stuff that looked like mashed potatoes and gravy. The goose was violently smashing his bill into this stuff. I thought, Is this what's meant by milling?
Dream #2
It was daytime. I was out in some rural area. I was with one friend and someone else. We may have been near a gas station. The other person and I went into the "gas station." The place became the person's house. The person now became someone like my great-grandmother. This person seduced me.
We were now back outside with my friend, who was a woman. The "gas station" building was now a lot larger. we were wandering alongside it on something like a wheelchair ramp.
The other woman kept trying to talk about how she had seduced me. But I couldn't believe it or admit it, especially in front of my friend. But the woman was becoming seductive again. I couldn't resist her. She gold older and older again. She was naked. She looked like my great-grandmother. She was leading me back into the gas station. It was like I was hypnotized. I couldn't resist.
Dream #3
It was night. I was at a house party with a lot of people. Pretty soon all the people were women. I went into the backyard, where a lot of my friends had gone. The backyard was huge. It looked like a suburban version of the grounds of the mansion in Last Year at Marienbad. The sky and air were dark, dark blue. There was a fountain somewhere, a lot of chairs, and some long, foam mattress stretching through the whole scene. All the girls were grouped together in different places. Some of them may have been kissing or embracing each other.
I walked to the end of the yard, then turned around and walked back. As I did, I saw a particular woman, a friend of mine, lying down on the foam mattress with another woman. They may have been near the fountain. My friend wore a black dress. She may have had thick arms. She started kissing the other woman.
Dream #1
I was on a building top with a couple other people, one of whom may have been my senior co-worker SuD. We looked out over a closely-packed set of buildings in dimmish grey light. SuD was telling us the history of this city. The building we stood on was a big part of the history.
But now we were going to talk about another building. I thought we were going to jump from this building to the next one in our discussion. At first the jump looked small. But I thought, How could we possibly jump from one building to the next? I looked down at the other building top again. It looked far down and all the way across a street. I thought there was no way we could do it.
SuD continued speaking. He said, "This city used to be a lot dirtier. In fact, all the building tops in Chicago were piled with old garbage and debris."
SuD continued talking about Chicago. He pointed out some buildings in the distance, beyond the small cluster we had been looking at. SuD spoke about the "golden glow" the sunlight would sometimes give the red-brick buildings around us.
I longed to see those colors. In my mind's eye I saw the buildings in that light, as if I were descending, down along the golden, canyon-like building walls, to the pavement below.
I now stood with a group people before an old building in the woods. The light all around us was greyish blue, like late afternoon on a cloudly day. The building was painted greyish-blue. It looked very old, but it also looked like it had modern siding on it rather than actual wood.
Our guide (no longer SuD?) said that this building was a mill. The building was in two parts, which were joined from about three-quarters of an inch up to the top (I have no idea what that description means...). The tunnel or underside of this joining was lit with the orange light of a fire. The place looked a little like a stable. There might have been animals like horses and goats milling around aimlessly. There were also geese, which were very frightening to me.
We were walking away from the building. Our guide said, "Of course there are geese here. This is a goose mill."
I thought, I never knew there was such a thing as a goose mill. I never knew you ground geese to eat them.
Now that we were walking away, the woods were like a tunnel-ramp in a subway station. I looked down. I watched a goose beside me basically squirming along the ground on his stomach in stuff that looked like mashed potatoes and gravy. The goose was violently smashing his bill into this stuff. I thought, Is this what's meant by milling?
Dream #2
It was daytime. I was out in some rural area. I was with one friend and someone else. We may have been near a gas station. The other person and I went into the "gas station." The place became the person's house. The person now became someone like my great-grandmother. This person seduced me.
We were now back outside with my friend, who was a woman. The "gas station" building was now a lot larger. we were wandering alongside it on something like a wheelchair ramp.
The other woman kept trying to talk about how she had seduced me. But I couldn't believe it or admit it, especially in front of my friend. But the woman was becoming seductive again. I couldn't resist her. She gold older and older again. She was naked. She looked like my great-grandmother. She was leading me back into the gas station. It was like I was hypnotized. I couldn't resist.
Dream #3
It was night. I was at a house party with a lot of people. Pretty soon all the people were women. I went into the backyard, where a lot of my friends had gone. The backyard was huge. It looked like a suburban version of the grounds of the mansion in Last Year at Marienbad. The sky and air were dark, dark blue. There was a fountain somewhere, a lot of chairs, and some long, foam mattress stretching through the whole scene. All the girls were grouped together in different places. Some of them may have been kissing or embracing each other.
I walked to the end of the yard, then turned around and walked back. As I did, I saw a particular woman, a friend of mine, lying down on the foam mattress with another woman. They may have been near the fountain. My friend wore a black dress. She may have had thick arms. She started kissing the other woman.
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