(Entered in paper journal at 5:37 AM on Q-train from Brooklyn to Manhattan.)
Dream #1
I was in a house, alone. I lay in a bedroom that was probably a mess. Bright sun came in through the windows. I was happy to be by myself.
I felt a presence. I knew it was my mother. I went into the hallway. My co-worker EB stood in the hallway, possibly with my mom back in the distance, and behind a lot of clutter, possibly bikes. I wondered how I was going to get out of this place with so much stuff in the way.
It was night. I flew over treetops and possibly small rows of shop buildings in a small area of New York City or a small town.
I heard or remembered a conversation I'd had with my boss BS about how I had made the logistics of a date too difficult for the woman to want to do on the date again. First of all, we'd gone out to some restaurant at the outskirts of (this part of?) town. Second we'd had to walk all the way there.
I flew over an open road at night. I then stood beside a steep slope of wall, almost like a huge pane of solar paneling. It was early morning. BS stood beside me. We seemed to be crowded into a narrow trench near the wide wall by trees and a deep cliff behind us. BS asked me why I didn't work hard to improve the way I presented myself to women.
It was a bright day. I stood on a stone walkway that curved around and around a section of a stone building. The walkway and the building were greyish-peach colored. This building was part of an historical park or campus.
I think part of the walkway was blocked by a plywood board standing on its side, maybe with a wide sheet of paper hanging off it. I might have thought I wasn't allowed up. But I saw a few people, two couples, probably, walking down the path from behind the barrier, coming in my direction.
Now I had flown up to the top of this building. I looked down on the park/campus. I was very high up. The land around me must have been tall, rolling hills.
I heard a narrator discussing the old times, when Thomas Jefferson had founded this place. I saw the place alternately in black and white, like an old film, and in color, like my regular view.
The narrator's speech focused on a monument, like the Thomas Jefferson Memorial monument in Washington, DC. I was sure it couldn't be the Jefferson Memorial: I wasn't in the right place. I thought I would fly down to it and see what the monument was. I felt like there was a dark metal (bronze?) figure inside.
I couldn't stop looking at the the monument, even though I kept trying to look in other places. The land around the monument slowly got soggier and soggier, like a barren field, once lawn, after a heavy rain.
I yelled to the film that was being narrated, "Stop looking at the monument! I want to see other things!"
I now heard narration of a documentary which I was actually enacting. I was floating down the side of a building and landing momentarily in columned openings in the building. Eventually I was at the base of the building, possibly at the foot of a tall hill.
The narration had been about a man who had gone insane and thought he could hop down the side of a building. But, I thought, I did just do that!
I looked back up to the top of the building.
Showing posts with label documentary. Show all posts
Showing posts with label documentary. Show all posts
Monday, February 25, 2013
Saturday, January 12, 2013
(8/11/08) dismembered aircraft; filthy shower; lottery CEO
(Entered in paper journal at 6:16 AM on Q-train from Brooklyn to Manhattan.)
Dream #1
A group of people were all working along a forest hillside. The hillside was, or appeared to be, charred. There were three groups, all of which had a strange vehicle like the neck of a crane which flew along the hillside.
One of the men in one of the groups had gone crazy and dismembered his own vehicle. He may also have been dismembering the other groups' vehicles. I heard the man talk, as if he had been recorded after all this had happened, possibly in a psychiatric hospital or right before he killed himself.
Dream #2
I may have been visiting my mom's house or living with my mom again. I was in the bathroom. The shower looked awful. The shower head was sprawled along the tub. The drain cover was removed. It looked like there were two drain covers in the tub. Some other metallic items were in the tub. The whole thing was also coated in a slight film of dirt.
I knew I would have to take a shower the next day for work. I wondered if I would be able to. I knew my mom was planning to fix the shower. But I didn't know if she would be able to do it the next day.
Dream #3
A TV show about people who had won the lottery. A couple of them had starred in movies. The movies were basically romantic comedies, vehicles to exploit these people, and centered around the winner, who generally played a character who had undergone a similar twist of fate.
The second winner's real-life story actually began with a scene from the exploitative movie she'd been in. The woman was in a car in the dark of night. A light played across the woman's face. The woman was on a cell phone, speaking in a somewhat frenzied tone.
I thought, Maybe this film is different, after all. Maybe it's something like a spy film. But then I heard what the woman was saying. It was basically about how she'd won something or had some good stroke of luck. I realized that this movie was also a romantic-comedy vehicle. I was disappointed.
The woman's real-life story went on. Originally the woman had worked for some company in New York, possibly in an assistant position. But when the woman won the lottery, she quit her job. After she finished up her movie (and a couple other things?), however, the woman was asked to come back to her job, except this time in a higher position.
The biography showed the woman walking into her new office, smiling, and closing the door behind her, leaving the camera crew outside, as the narrator explained that the woman had become a CEO of some division of the company.
I wondered how the woman could have the title of CEO, mainly because the nameplate on her door didn't match the title. The nameplate, which was blue plastic, with white writing, like the plate on a bathroom door, said "KO." I tried to figure out what kind of title "KO" was. The title also had the image for a wheelchair just to its left.
The camera was now inside the woman's office. I was interested to see what kind of job the woman was performing. The woman was on the phone, but all she was talking about was how great it was that she had won the lottery.
Dream #1
A group of people were all working along a forest hillside. The hillside was, or appeared to be, charred. There were three groups, all of which had a strange vehicle like the neck of a crane which flew along the hillside.
One of the men in one of the groups had gone crazy and dismembered his own vehicle. He may also have been dismembering the other groups' vehicles. I heard the man talk, as if he had been recorded after all this had happened, possibly in a psychiatric hospital or right before he killed himself.
Dream #2
I may have been visiting my mom's house or living with my mom again. I was in the bathroom. The shower looked awful. The shower head was sprawled along the tub. The drain cover was removed. It looked like there were two drain covers in the tub. Some other metallic items were in the tub. The whole thing was also coated in a slight film of dirt.
I knew I would have to take a shower the next day for work. I wondered if I would be able to. I knew my mom was planning to fix the shower. But I didn't know if she would be able to do it the next day.
Dream #3
A TV show about people who had won the lottery. A couple of them had starred in movies. The movies were basically romantic comedies, vehicles to exploit these people, and centered around the winner, who generally played a character who had undergone a similar twist of fate.
The second winner's real-life story actually began with a scene from the exploitative movie she'd been in. The woman was in a car in the dark of night. A light played across the woman's face. The woman was on a cell phone, speaking in a somewhat frenzied tone.
I thought, Maybe this film is different, after all. Maybe it's something like a spy film. But then I heard what the woman was saying. It was basically about how she'd won something or had some good stroke of luck. I realized that this movie was also a romantic-comedy vehicle. I was disappointed.
The woman's real-life story went on. Originally the woman had worked for some company in New York, possibly in an assistant position. But when the woman won the lottery, she quit her job. After she finished up her movie (and a couple other things?), however, the woman was asked to come back to her job, except this time in a higher position.
The biography showed the woman walking into her new office, smiling, and closing the door behind her, leaving the camera crew outside, as the narrator explained that the woman had become a CEO of some division of the company.
I wondered how the woman could have the title of CEO, mainly because the nameplate on her door didn't match the title. The nameplate, which was blue plastic, with white writing, like the plate on a bathroom door, said "KO." I tried to figure out what kind of title "KO" was. The title also had the image for a wheelchair just to its left.
The camera was now inside the woman's office. I was interested to see what kind of job the woman was performing. The woman was on the phone, but all she was talking about was how great it was that she had won the lottery.
Sunday, January 6, 2013
(10/29/08) injured woman; diseased group; inaccurate work
(Entered in paper journal at 6:10 AM on Q-train from Brooklyn to Manhattan.)
Dream #1
Something like a movie or a documentary about a woman. The woman may have been going to sue a group of people for having gotten her involved in some situation. I saw old black and white photos of the woman. The woman was fat, with short, sloppily arranged hair. She had pale blue-green (?) eyes. In one photo she may have been opening presents with someone like her father. In all the photos she looked mentally unstable.
I now saw the woman lying on a bed, on her back, with her head hung down over the side of the bed. It was obvious the woman had some kind of motor-system dysfunction.
The woman was "talking" -- actually it sounded and looked more like she was narrating. The woman's voice played in the background as the woman, without speaking, was, in my view, trying to pull something out from under her bed. The thing was possibly a cane that looked like a weed-whacker with a microphone at its top. The woman slowly pulled herself out of bed and walked toward the bathroom.
The woman was "talking" about the situation, and how she had already come into it with a lot of bodily troubles. The woman said how the situation had caused her to get a gunshot in her skull (she might have shot herself) and how she also ended up with severe injuries limiting even further her use of her arms and legs.
Dream #2
Something like a movie. A small group of people had been exposed to something like a degenerative pathogen. They had gone their separate ways and then started to feel the effects of the pathogen. Some of the people had managed to stop or delay the effects, but not until after the degeneration of their tissue had caused a loss of blood. It seemed like everybody from the small group would die, except, perhaps, an evil man who was going to do something even worse to all the other doomed men so that he could live.
The scene was now of a "cop" getting ready for bed. He had been at the scene with the other men and had been kind to them, while warning them about whatever they had been doing. I thought he was nice. He was apparently played by Klaus Kinski.
The cop was in something like a barracks with a lot of other men. The place looked like a cabin, with dark wood walls and floors and dim (but full) light from hanging electric lamps. The place seemed very warm and comforting. The beds were all close together. The men were all in white long underwear. The beds all had white sheets, but at least the cop's bed was also blanketed in a thick fur.
The cop got into bed with another man and turned his back to him. He at first pulled the blanket over him, but then pulled the blanket away to reveal that his nose (maybe eyes, too?) was trickling blood. He'd gotten infected, as well.
I thought, Oh, no! Not him, too. He's such a nice guy! But I knew not only that the cop was infected, but that he was also doomed to die much more quickly than the others, since nobody would be around to help him delay things.
Dream #3
My co-worker CL and my boss BS had worked together on some project. CL now poked his head into BS' office to thank him for the work, which was almost completely related to the industry CL did research on, and only slightly related to the industry that BS did research on. But BS, and possibly my co-worker IA, now warned CL not to trust the work after all, as it had been done mostly by me, and I had done an inexact job.
Both BS' and CL's offices were dark. BS may not have been in his office at all.
Dream #1
Something like a movie or a documentary about a woman. The woman may have been going to sue a group of people for having gotten her involved in some situation. I saw old black and white photos of the woman. The woman was fat, with short, sloppily arranged hair. She had pale blue-green (?) eyes. In one photo she may have been opening presents with someone like her father. In all the photos she looked mentally unstable.
I now saw the woman lying on a bed, on her back, with her head hung down over the side of the bed. It was obvious the woman had some kind of motor-system dysfunction.
The woman was "talking" -- actually it sounded and looked more like she was narrating. The woman's voice played in the background as the woman, without speaking, was, in my view, trying to pull something out from under her bed. The thing was possibly a cane that looked like a weed-whacker with a microphone at its top. The woman slowly pulled herself out of bed and walked toward the bathroom.
The woman was "talking" about the situation, and how she had already come into it with a lot of bodily troubles. The woman said how the situation had caused her to get a gunshot in her skull (she might have shot herself) and how she also ended up with severe injuries limiting even further her use of her arms and legs.
Dream #2
Something like a movie. A small group of people had been exposed to something like a degenerative pathogen. They had gone their separate ways and then started to feel the effects of the pathogen. Some of the people had managed to stop or delay the effects, but not until after the degeneration of their tissue had caused a loss of blood. It seemed like everybody from the small group would die, except, perhaps, an evil man who was going to do something even worse to all the other doomed men so that he could live.
The scene was now of a "cop" getting ready for bed. He had been at the scene with the other men and had been kind to them, while warning them about whatever they had been doing. I thought he was nice. He was apparently played by Klaus Kinski.
The cop was in something like a barracks with a lot of other men. The place looked like a cabin, with dark wood walls and floors and dim (but full) light from hanging electric lamps. The place seemed very warm and comforting. The beds were all close together. The men were all in white long underwear. The beds all had white sheets, but at least the cop's bed was also blanketed in a thick fur.
The cop got into bed with another man and turned his back to him. He at first pulled the blanket over him, but then pulled the blanket away to reveal that his nose (maybe eyes, too?) was trickling blood. He'd gotten infected, as well.
I thought, Oh, no! Not him, too. He's such a nice guy! But I knew not only that the cop was infected, but that he was also doomed to die much more quickly than the others, since nobody would be around to help him delay things.
Dream #3
My co-worker CL and my boss BS had worked together on some project. CL now poked his head into BS' office to thank him for the work, which was almost completely related to the industry CL did research on, and only slightly related to the industry that BS did research on. But BS, and possibly my co-worker IA, now warned CL not to trust the work after all, as it had been done mostly by me, and I had done an inexact job.
Both BS' and CL's offices were dark. BS may not have been in his office at all.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)