(Entered in paper journal at 8:15 AM at Ozzie's cafe (not sure which) in Brooklyn.)
Dream #1
Some people called to a group of us who were in another room in an office floor. They said, "Come look how your boss BS is standing."
We went into the office, which was a huge, empty room. We looked out the window to tall, tall rooftops that nevertheless seemed to be about twenty stories below us. People who looked like BS stood on occasional rooftops. I couldn't figure out which one was the real BS. Eventually I did.
The atmosphere outside as orange with sunset. Inside it was a dimmer orange.
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Saturday, March 23, 2013
Sunday, February 10, 2013
(10/13/07) drugstore tranny
(Entered in paper journal at 9:40 AM at Starbucks on 43rd Street and Third Avenue in Manhattan.)
Dream #1
I walked into a store like a drugstore. I wore men's jeans and a girls' t-shirt: maybe a pink tank-top made of a satiny fabric, more like it was a pajama top or a camisole. I was going to work or going out to meet some people from my work. I had come into the drugstore first, though, to buy a different shirt to change into. I could only find a polo-type shirt, short-sleeved, with blue and dark blue striped and a white collar.
I walked up to the front counter. The woman at the register was tall, thin, and pale white, with short, brown-red hair. Behind the woman the window showed night sky. I stood maybe five or teen feet away from the register. As I took off the one shirt and put on the other I told the cashier my story.
I noticed now that I wore dress pants, not jeans. The polo-type shirt didn't match with these pants at all. The girl said, "Well I think both of your shirts were a good choice. They show you have style."
I saw in my reflection in the window that the back of the blue shirt was pink. I thought, Is this a girl's shirt, too?
The girl said, "In fact, could I wear the pink shirt while you're not using it?"
I said yes. I was going to hand the shirt to the woman. I was eager to see her wearing it, as if it would connect us sexually or arouse her sexually toward me in some way. But instead, I turned right and walked to a clothing rack that stuck out incongruously maybe fifteen feet from the register. I rifled through the clothes, possibly looking for a boy's shirt.
Dream #1
I walked into a store like a drugstore. I wore men's jeans and a girls' t-shirt: maybe a pink tank-top made of a satiny fabric, more like it was a pajama top or a camisole. I was going to work or going out to meet some people from my work. I had come into the drugstore first, though, to buy a different shirt to change into. I could only find a polo-type shirt, short-sleeved, with blue and dark blue striped and a white collar.
I walked up to the front counter. The woman at the register was tall, thin, and pale white, with short, brown-red hair. Behind the woman the window showed night sky. I stood maybe five or teen feet away from the register. As I took off the one shirt and put on the other I told the cashier my story.
I noticed now that I wore dress pants, not jeans. The polo-type shirt didn't match with these pants at all. The girl said, "Well I think both of your shirts were a good choice. They show you have style."
I saw in my reflection in the window that the back of the blue shirt was pink. I thought, Is this a girl's shirt, too?
The girl said, "In fact, could I wear the pink shirt while you're not using it?"
I said yes. I was going to hand the shirt to the woman. I was eager to see her wearing it, as if it would connect us sexually or arouse her sexually toward me in some way. But instead, I turned right and walked to a clothing rack that stuck out incongruously maybe fifteen feet from the register. I rifled through the clothes, possibly looking for a boy's shirt.
Saturday, February 2, 2013
(11/26/07) email in power outage; the laziness of paat
(Entered in paper journal at 5:20 AM on Q-train from Brooklyn to Manhattan.)
Dream #1
Something bad had happened in my office building. All the power had gone out. I couldn't see anything. It was like some portions of the building had been ruined. I could imagine some of my co-workers working under iron beams and among clutter.
I was sending email notices to people. One of the higher-ups in my company emailed me back (though I couldn't see my emails or anybody's responses) that she already knew what I had told her. I emailed somebody else that I should probably stop sending out notices. Another of my co-workers replied, "No. Keep sending them. We appreciate them."
Dream #2
I sat down to watch a movie. I was in a back row. The movie screen was far down, but still clear. The movie had begun. A nice-looking husband and wife sat down to my left, with maybe one seat between us. The woman was directly to my left and her husband to her left.
The woman asked me, "What film is playing?"
I replied "Paat."
She said, "Oh."
The husband got mad and said, "I told you we came at the wrong time. We could have seen The Guru from the Mountains. Now we have to see Piat!"
I felt bad for having wanted to watch Paat.
The movie started. A fattish, balding, bearded man was talking about some of his mystic friends in India. The man was a little intimidated at the prospect of seeing his friends. They had all moved to New York. He hated New York. It was a place that exposed his laziness.
Dream #1
Something bad had happened in my office building. All the power had gone out. I couldn't see anything. It was like some portions of the building had been ruined. I could imagine some of my co-workers working under iron beams and among clutter.
I was sending email notices to people. One of the higher-ups in my company emailed me back (though I couldn't see my emails or anybody's responses) that she already knew what I had told her. I emailed somebody else that I should probably stop sending out notices. Another of my co-workers replied, "No. Keep sending them. We appreciate them."
Dream #2
I sat down to watch a movie. I was in a back row. The movie screen was far down, but still clear. The movie had begun. A nice-looking husband and wife sat down to my left, with maybe one seat between us. The woman was directly to my left and her husband to her left.
The woman asked me, "What film is playing?"
I replied "Paat."
She said, "Oh."
The husband got mad and said, "I told you we came at the wrong time. We could have seen The Guru from the Mountains. Now we have to see Piat!"
I felt bad for having wanted to watch Paat.
The movie started. A fattish, balding, bearded man was talking about some of his mystic friends in India. The man was a little intimidated at the prospect of seeing his friends. They had all moved to New York. He hated New York. It was a place that exposed his laziness.
Saturday, January 12, 2013
(8/16/08) seeing old co-workers; yelling at walls
(Entered in paper journal at 8:28 AM at Flying Saucer cafe in Brooklyn.)
Dream #1
I was in a big area like the second floor of a big warehouse building (or possibly like a big building in TriBeCa that had been converted into an artist's studio). It was like an event or presentation had just ended. Everybody was just milling around, talking with each other.
I saw someone who had worked at a company I had done temporary work for (and which later on became the company I was currently working for, at the time I entered this dream into my paper journal). I shook the man's hand and said hi.
Another man, a big man in a pea-colored polo shirt, walked up behind me and seemed to be annoyed with me, as if I were planning to do something annoying to him. But I recognized him, too -- also from the time I'd done temporary work. I tried to say something to calm the man's apprehension. But all I could say was the address where the three of us had worked.
Now I knew the man's name: BV. But I might have called him by the wrong name, a Russian name, because I thought he looked Russian. But now BV recognized me, too, and said, "Yeah, yeah, how are you doing." He smiled a little, more as if to say, "You can't be that surprised at our meeting, can you?"
Dream #2
It was daytime. I stood in my bedroom. People in the apartment next door and in the apartment above me started making a lot of noise. I got mad and started making lewd hand gestures toward and yelling obscenities at the wall and ceiling.
Dream #1
I was in a big area like the second floor of a big warehouse building (or possibly like a big building in TriBeCa that had been converted into an artist's studio). It was like an event or presentation had just ended. Everybody was just milling around, talking with each other.
I saw someone who had worked at a company I had done temporary work for (and which later on became the company I was currently working for, at the time I entered this dream into my paper journal). I shook the man's hand and said hi.
Another man, a big man in a pea-colored polo shirt, walked up behind me and seemed to be annoyed with me, as if I were planning to do something annoying to him. But I recognized him, too -- also from the time I'd done temporary work. I tried to say something to calm the man's apprehension. But all I could say was the address where the three of us had worked.
Now I knew the man's name: BV. But I might have called him by the wrong name, a Russian name, because I thought he looked Russian. But now BV recognized me, too, and said, "Yeah, yeah, how are you doing." He smiled a little, more as if to say, "You can't be that surprised at our meeting, can you?"
Dream #2
It was daytime. I stood in my bedroom. People in the apartment next door and in the apartment above me started making a lot of noise. I got mad and started making lewd hand gestures toward and yelling obscenities at the wall and ceiling.
Sunday, December 2, 2012
(3/21/09) roundup for a meeting; girlfriend on the bus
(Entered in paper journal at 9 AM at Starbucks on 17th Street and Broadway in Manhattan.)
Dream #1
I may have been in an office building. The place was dim, grey, emptyish, with stray clutter. I may have spoken with PD (one of the heads of the company I had recently been laid off from) or seen her as she passed by. I knew PD was holding a meeting for the department I worked in.
I walked to some place outside. It was like a street sidewalk that had a waist-high concrete barrier and chain link fence over the right side. My old boss BS and some of my co-workers stood out by the barrier. The co-workers all looked young, like people who would have been at about my level professionally. Stray office clutter lay around all of them.
I told BS, "If it's okay, I'm going to head over to PD's meeting at 12:15." BS sighed, like he supposed he and everybody with him should go, too.
As we all continued along the street to get to the office, I said that it was almost time for the meeting. BS smirked and said, "That is, if PD doesn't get arrested beforehand."
Dream #2
I was on a bus. It had a kind of nice, grey interior. There were some smart-looking people on the bus. There were seats open, but I stood. I stood near the front of the bus, on the right (not driver's) side, looking toward the back of the bus. At some point, I was surprised to see my girlfriend H sitting in the seat next to where I was standing. H was also surprised to see me.
The bus came to a stop. The stop stood in a beam of golden sunset light. The light filled the bus. The bus emptied out a little more. There were plenty of seats, but I still stood.
H stood up. She looked like she wanted to change seats, so she wouldn't be near me, but that she wanted to do it in a polite way. She walked a few rows away and sat in a seat on the left side of the bus. When she'd stood up, I'd noticed that she looked nicer than usual. She was a little skinnier and had a softer face. She wore a long-sleeved shirt with horizontal stripes of pink, blue, white, and possibly purple (and other colors?) and a long, blue khaki skirt.
All the seats were faced away from me, as if I were now at the back instead of the front of the bus, or as if all the seats were faced away from the front of the bus.
Dream #1
I may have been in an office building. The place was dim, grey, emptyish, with stray clutter. I may have spoken with PD (one of the heads of the company I had recently been laid off from) or seen her as she passed by. I knew PD was holding a meeting for the department I worked in.
I walked to some place outside. It was like a street sidewalk that had a waist-high concrete barrier and chain link fence over the right side. My old boss BS and some of my co-workers stood out by the barrier. The co-workers all looked young, like people who would have been at about my level professionally. Stray office clutter lay around all of them.
I told BS, "If it's okay, I'm going to head over to PD's meeting at 12:15." BS sighed, like he supposed he and everybody with him should go, too.
As we all continued along the street to get to the office, I said that it was almost time for the meeting. BS smirked and said, "That is, if PD doesn't get arrested beforehand."
Dream #2
I was on a bus. It had a kind of nice, grey interior. There were some smart-looking people on the bus. There were seats open, but I stood. I stood near the front of the bus, on the right (not driver's) side, looking toward the back of the bus. At some point, I was surprised to see my girlfriend H sitting in the seat next to where I was standing. H was also surprised to see me.
The bus came to a stop. The stop stood in a beam of golden sunset light. The light filled the bus. The bus emptied out a little more. There were plenty of seats, but I still stood.
H stood up. She looked like she wanted to change seats, so she wouldn't be near me, but that she wanted to do it in a polite way. She walked a few rows away and sat in a seat on the left side of the bus. When she'd stood up, I'd noticed that she looked nicer than usual. She was a little skinnier and had a softer face. She wore a long-sleeved shirt with horizontal stripes of pink, blue, white, and possibly purple (and other colors?) and a long, blue khaki skirt.
All the seats were faced away from me, as if I were now at the back instead of the front of the bus, or as if all the seats were faced away from the front of the bus.
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