(Entered in paper journal at 6:15 AM on Q-train from Brooklyn to Manhattan.)
Dream #1
I was in my house. I went into my second room, the room I never use.
(In waking life, due to constant noise from my upstairs neighbors, which seemed to follow me from apartment to apartment, regardless of where I lived, since about early 2004, I had sought out a one-bedroom apartment. My plan was not to use one of the rooms -- it would serve as a buffer. The plan didn't help me much -- my upstairs neighbors in the place I lived in from January of 2007 through January of 2012 were always brutally loud.)
It was daytime, and greyish light filled the room. I was shocked by how little I knew this room. I felt ripped off in some way by the fact that I never used the room. I didn't even know it, I thought to myself. I proved how little I knew this room by looking at an enormous closet, which was on the right wall, just in from the door. I hadn't even known this closet existed.
The closet was completely empty. There were a few big shelves in the closet. They looked sprinkled over either with dust or with roach castings. I couldn't believe that dustiness or dirtiness was even beginning to encroach on a space I had never used.
There was a toilet facing out to the front window. I sat down on it. I defecated. My feces was really watery, and I felt like I was releasing little, white triangles of paper as I defecated. I may have felt bad when I thought of flushing the toilet, thinking that something bad might happen since the toilet hadn't been used in so long.
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Sunday, January 6, 2013
(10/4/08) zero-bedroom
(Entered in paper journal at 9:30 AM at Connecticut Muffin in Windsor Terrace, Brooklyn.)
Dream #1
I was in "my apartment," which was enormous. It was a one bedroom, I told myself. But it had two gigantic rooms next to one another, and possibly two smaller rooms beside (or in front of) those two rooms. There might also have been another upstairs level. The two rooms were completely empty. It was daytime, and a dim light came in through all the windows.
I walked to my "one bedroom," which was at the end of one of the large rooms. This was a very small room with a bed and some clutter in it. As I stood in this room, I wondered how I could possibly have anybody else stay here, given how cluttered the place already was. And plus, I thought, this place is a one-bedroom. If somebody else comes here, it will be a zero-bedroom.
Dream #1
I was in "my apartment," which was enormous. It was a one bedroom, I told myself. But it had two gigantic rooms next to one another, and possibly two smaller rooms beside (or in front of) those two rooms. There might also have been another upstairs level. The two rooms were completely empty. It was daytime, and a dim light came in through all the windows.
I walked to my "one bedroom," which was at the end of one of the large rooms. This was a very small room with a bed and some clutter in it. As I stood in this room, I wondered how I could possibly have anybody else stay here, given how cluttered the place already was. And plus, I thought, this place is a one-bedroom. If somebody else comes here, it will be a zero-bedroom.
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