(2/22/05) distorting the rolling stones; planetree and buildings

(Entered in paper journal at 6 AM at home in Harlem.)

Dream 1

I was working on some photograph of the "Rolling Stones" standing on a dirt (?) road in a brightly yellow-green stand of trees. The photograph was probably on a television screen, although the screen worked like it was attached to computer equipment.

All four "Stones" looked normal, none really drawing attention to himself. In fact, the only one whose face even looked recognizable was Mick Jagger. I had gotten word, though, that Mick wanted the picture changed, as he felt he stood out too much from everyone else. So I was now working on the photo.

A couple people with me were getting bored -- I had come up with no ideas. They both got up to leave. Suddenly I got the idea to bend everybody's image out of shape and digitally alter their facial features. But I would leave Mick alone and let him sink into the background.

I drew rhomboid (?) polygons around the other three band members. The polygons stretched up into the trees in the image. I then enlarged the band members' bodies, especially their heads, into the entirety of the polygons. I and the two people beside me were entertained by this process -- each enlargement seemed to match the respective band member's personality.

I now started to work on the far left band member (Mick Taylor?), who looked like a long-faced biker balding on the forehead and with smoky blue-tinted eyeglasses. I added these rug-like, pale tan, almost paint-like, coils and mounds of hair on his head.

The people said, "Okay. That looks great so far. But we should really go get some lunch."

I wanted to save what I had because I knew I'd forget it. So I took a videotape and fast-forwarded though it to get to a part I could save on. There was a movie on the tape, but right in the middle of the movie was a blank spot just long enough to store all the information on the photograph. Fast forwarding through the movie, I became interested in it. I pressed play.

It was night in the movie. There was smoke everywhere, lit up yellow and orange and tan and purple and grey. There was a fallen water tower and frames of fire-gutted suburban houses.

I was now in the movie. A house was burning. A white woman with deep, black eyes, pale skin, and short, silky hair, and wearing a white t-shirt and white pants, stood by a car. She was accusing me of having made things bad between her and her lover. I may actually have done this.

I was slightly afraid of the woman. But I also didn't really care. I thought she might use her husband's or her own social position against me.

She walked away. I now saw her half-smashed by some fallen roof beams. I thought she was on the brink of death. There was a ton of blood, somewhere, but nowhere that I could see on her clothes. I was scared and disgusted.

I may have offered help. The woman looked up at me and told me to leave her alone. She was still going to look for "him." She couldn't stand. Her legs were smashed. I watched her pull herself away, slither down the street.

I thought, Doesn't she know she might die before she reaches "him?" She barely stands a chance!

Dream 2

I stood before a beige-yellow-painted building that stood directly beside a red-brick-colored concrete building. The yellow-painted building took up most of my view. The red building maybe occupied the very left one-fifth.

The yellow-beige building glowed softly in soft daylight. there was a white, white-framed door in the center, at the top of a concrete "double ramp" of three-steps on each side. Possibly three square, white-framed windows line out to the left.

A London planetree branch hung low out left, just above the row of small, square windows. The limb was smooth and fairly even, though dotted all along with sprays of branches and buzzy-backlit seed balls, almost like a quaintly decorative wreath. I may have caught a glimpse or shadow of a smaller, thinner, more vertical, mottled tree in front of the red building.

I told myself to remember this vision -- like I was awake and out on the street!

(12/19/05) outboard distortion

(Entered in paper journal at 9:53 AM at Ozzie's coffee shop on Garfield Street and 5th Avenue in Brooklyn.)

Dream 1

I was in an office. I had to do filing in three or four different cabinets that were in different areas of the space. I labeled a folder, maybe writing along the whole front surface, the name "Outboard," which may possibly have been the name of a company.

The folder became something like a magazine cover or a huge, glossy photo or business card. The title Outboard was written with each letter as a composite of straight, horizontal lines that went long and short like on a bar graph. The letters looked like mountainous distortions of themselves.

My boss came to see what I was doing. He got mad at me for writing the title the way I did. I told him that was how it was on the covers of the journals or reports for the company.

But my boss didn't believe me. I tried to show him. We went from room to room, looking for a glossy report filed by Outboard, like a publicly traded company's annual report, that had this insignia with distorted lettering. But I kept finding only reports with insignia with more normal lettering. I assumed that the report the insignia of which I'd decided to mimic must have been really old.

Finally I found a report that looked like the one I'd seen in my head. The report was glossy with a silver back cover and, on the front, a color picture, possibly of a little marina. But I couldn't find the name on the report at all.

(2/5/08) quitting; uncertainty

(Entered in paper journal at 6 AM on Q-train from Brooklyn to Manhattan.)

Dream #1

I got an email that the PB, one of the heads of the Administrative Assistants for my company, was quitting.

Dream #2

Images from a movie or an actual movie. Something about the movie seemed to be Hitchcockian. It seemed like the main female character was a lesbian. I tried to discern from a black and white still whether this were true.

The still was of the woman and some other person in a pool surrounded by rough rocks on an ocean shore. The woman, in a white bathing suit and cap, lay back against a rock. The other person was underwater, the face and the body distorted by depth. I tried to do something like digitally adjust the picture so I could see whether the woman was swimming with a woman or a man. But I couldn't clarify the picture.

The scene was now a very colorful indoor setting like a living room in a Hitchcock film, but with a small pool right in the middle of the room. The rest of the room had blue carpet. The pool had a few naked girls swimming around in it. The girls were all in love with each other and with the main girl.

The main girl, now kneeling outside the pool in a white dress with a blue waistband, had tan skin and red hair. A group of people, men and women, sat on a couch behind the main woman. Maybe some other people stood around the pool.

One of the swimming girls said, "Isn't she" (the main woman) "the loveliest one of all?" She pulled the main woman into the pool. The main woman swam around with the girls while the onlookers laughed and smiled.

The main woman was now kneeling before the pool again. A man and woman were with her. The woman was talking about how some other woman was going to go out on a date with a man named Joe.

The main woman looked at the woman and said, "Joe?!" She was angry and jealous. Joe was a boy the main woman had been in love with.