(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.
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Saturday, February 2, 2013
(11/27/07) nativity in india; looking for photos
(Entered in paper journal at 5 AM on Q-train from Brooklyn to Manhattan.)
Dream #1
I was somewhere like the apartment of my old friend R. R had walked away and left a stack of photos nearby so I would see them and look at them. They had been given to him by a group of my friends from college. I had also gotten a stack of photos like this. They were from when my old friends ML and PD visited two other friends BC & SA in India.But when I looked at the photos I recognized that R had gotten a lot more photos from my friends than I had. This is why R had left his photos out -- so I'd see them and be jealous.
The last photo I looked at was of SA and possibly the others working on fixing a building. The building looked like a ruin you might see in a Renaissance painting of the nativity: stone walls crumbled, with wood beam frames in the corners. The ground was all upturned, reddish earth, full of building debris. There were taller buildings in decent shape on either side. In the distance were city buildings like oldish apartment buildings in Greenwich Village.
I thought how similar cities all over the world look. This place, India, was supposed to be so exotic. But it looked a lot like New York City in some ways.
I was in a bedroom with PD. She had gotten undressed and into a pale blue bathrobe. She spoke a little with me before she headed into the bathroom. PD's hair was all frizzy. The bathroom light was off. PD stood in the crack of the half-opened door. Then she walked all the way in and closed the door. I walked to the bed and sat down. I may have started looking at photos.
Dream #2
I was in a drugstore. I may have been a worker there. The light was dim; maybe the only light coming in was from the windows. I had arranged a bucket of photos. There were a worker behind a front counter and two workers in a narrow aisle beside me. The man at the counter was tall, thin, white, oldish. The two workers in the aisle were teenagers or thereabouts, black, short, one boy, one girl.
The man at the counter was pleased that I had arranged the photos. But I was actually looking for photos of my own. I thought the boy and girl might know where I should look, as they seemed to work directly with the photos. But when I tried to speak with them, they defiantly ignored me.
I found a shelf of envelopes of photos. I started shuffling through them. They became big, black cartridges which I was loading onto something that looked like a film projector. A white man stood over me, to my left, as I knelt and loaded the cartridges into the machine. I thought, I shouldn't have to do all this work with other people's photos. I'm just looking for my own photos.
The man standing over my shoulder now spoke about some publicly traded beverage companies, Cott Corporation in particular, and why he thought he was going long on them now rather than shorting them.
I saw a black and white image on a thick sheet of glass. It was like a 1940s family standing in front of a house. The image was very small, maybe one and a half inches square. The sheet of glass was big. Soon I realized it was part of a machine. The body of the machine was made of a thick, greenish metal. The machine was about waist-height and eight feet long. It did something like print film images.
An old woman (like a woman from the old Ozzie's cafe in Park Slope in Brooklyn) stood bent over the glass sheet. I could see a log of coppery gears beneath the glass sheet. A light shone thinly, creating the black and white image on the glass.
The woman said, "I've been using this machine for so long. Now hopefully the thing won't break." But right after she said this, the light went out. It suddenly looked like a cigarette butt.
Dream #1
I was somewhere like the apartment of my old friend R. R had walked away and left a stack of photos nearby so I would see them and look at them. They had been given to him by a group of my friends from college. I had also gotten a stack of photos like this. They were from when my old friends ML and PD visited two other friends BC & SA in India.But when I looked at the photos I recognized that R had gotten a lot more photos from my friends than I had. This is why R had left his photos out -- so I'd see them and be jealous.
The last photo I looked at was of SA and possibly the others working on fixing a building. The building looked like a ruin you might see in a Renaissance painting of the nativity: stone walls crumbled, with wood beam frames in the corners. The ground was all upturned, reddish earth, full of building debris. There were taller buildings in decent shape on either side. In the distance were city buildings like oldish apartment buildings in Greenwich Village.
I thought how similar cities all over the world look. This place, India, was supposed to be so exotic. But it looked a lot like New York City in some ways.
I was in a bedroom with PD. She had gotten undressed and into a pale blue bathrobe. She spoke a little with me before she headed into the bathroom. PD's hair was all frizzy. The bathroom light was off. PD stood in the crack of the half-opened door. Then she walked all the way in and closed the door. I walked to the bed and sat down. I may have started looking at photos.
Dream #2
I was in a drugstore. I may have been a worker there. The light was dim; maybe the only light coming in was from the windows. I had arranged a bucket of photos. There were a worker behind a front counter and two workers in a narrow aisle beside me. The man at the counter was tall, thin, white, oldish. The two workers in the aisle were teenagers or thereabouts, black, short, one boy, one girl.
The man at the counter was pleased that I had arranged the photos. But I was actually looking for photos of my own. I thought the boy and girl might know where I should look, as they seemed to work directly with the photos. But when I tried to speak with them, they defiantly ignored me.
I found a shelf of envelopes of photos. I started shuffling through them. They became big, black cartridges which I was loading onto something that looked like a film projector. A white man stood over me, to my left, as I knelt and loaded the cartridges into the machine. I thought, I shouldn't have to do all this work with other people's photos. I'm just looking for my own photos.
The man standing over my shoulder now spoke about some publicly traded beverage companies, Cott Corporation in particular, and why he thought he was going long on them now rather than shorting them.
I saw a black and white image on a thick sheet of glass. It was like a 1940s family standing in front of a house. The image was very small, maybe one and a half inches square. The sheet of glass was big. Soon I realized it was part of a machine. The body of the machine was made of a thick, greenish metal. The machine was about waist-height and eight feet long. It did something like print film images.
An old woman (like a woman from the old Ozzie's cafe in Park Slope in Brooklyn) stood bent over the glass sheet. I could see a log of coppery gears beneath the glass sheet. A light shone thinly, creating the black and white image on the glass.
The woman said, "I've been using this machine for so long. Now hopefully the thing won't break." But right after she said this, the light went out. It suddenly looked like a cigarette butt.
Saturday, November 17, 2012
(9/8/09) hotel l'iberia
(Entered in paper journal at 8:06 AM at Starbucks on 29th Street and Park Avenue in Manhattan.)
Dream #1
A black and white image of some military officials speaking regarding a certain European territory. The territory was in the center of Europe, was large, and had a shape like India. The territory had been under the rule of two different nations, probably America and some other nation.
But the possession of the nation had "expired," in a sense, so that there was now a questions of how the territory was ruled. This question would probably be solved practically and peacefully, as long as one specific agency did not get involved. This agency was probably a group like the Nazis.
I saw the map under discussion rotate on its vertical axis before me as if the view were on a spinning window or door. The territory in question had a long name, somewhat like the USSR, except that it seemed to be all about freedom.
One specific little portion of this territory, which jutted or nubbed out from the bottom and center of the territory, lit up in a milky, streaky, x-ray white. The name of this territory was L'iberia. The person who led the trouble-making faction was probably located in L'iberia. So I had to go look for him.
I was suddenly in a very nice looking place, like the lobby of a nice hotel. But the ceilings were enormous, and the walls went up forever and ever, probably lined with balconies all the way up. The lobby was filled with gentle light from the windows.
I couldn't remember what I was looking for, but I knew I probably wasn't looking for a hotel lobby. I remembered I was looking for a section of a country. I told myself to "pull back" until I could get a wide view of the landscape in which this hotel was situated. I suddenly "pulled back" or flew backward and upward into the air.
At a certain height, my vision pixelated and shifted, as if gaining a different level of resolution. But when the vision snapped back into clarity, I saw just another hotel lobby, very similar to the last. I "pulled back" even further. My vision readjusted again. I saw yet another hotel lobby.
I came to the conclusion that this entire country was just an enormous indoor structure, jut one enormous structure built over another enormous structure. I wondered how I could keep seeing the same degree of natural light. If my theory were correct, I thought, the first place I'd been in must have been much lower than this one, probably even underground. But the natural light there shone just as brightly as it did in this higher, even more over-arching place.
Dream #1
A black and white image of some military officials speaking regarding a certain European territory. The territory was in the center of Europe, was large, and had a shape like India. The territory had been under the rule of two different nations, probably America and some other nation.
But the possession of the nation had "expired," in a sense, so that there was now a questions of how the territory was ruled. This question would probably be solved practically and peacefully, as long as one specific agency did not get involved. This agency was probably a group like the Nazis.
I saw the map under discussion rotate on its vertical axis before me as if the view were on a spinning window or door. The territory in question had a long name, somewhat like the USSR, except that it seemed to be all about freedom.
One specific little portion of this territory, which jutted or nubbed out from the bottom and center of the territory, lit up in a milky, streaky, x-ray white. The name of this territory was L'iberia. The person who led the trouble-making faction was probably located in L'iberia. So I had to go look for him.
I was suddenly in a very nice looking place, like the lobby of a nice hotel. But the ceilings were enormous, and the walls went up forever and ever, probably lined with balconies all the way up. The lobby was filled with gentle light from the windows.
I couldn't remember what I was looking for, but I knew I probably wasn't looking for a hotel lobby. I remembered I was looking for a section of a country. I told myself to "pull back" until I could get a wide view of the landscape in which this hotel was situated. I suddenly "pulled back" or flew backward and upward into the air.
At a certain height, my vision pixelated and shifted, as if gaining a different level of resolution. But when the vision snapped back into clarity, I saw just another hotel lobby, very similar to the last. I "pulled back" even further. My vision readjusted again. I saw yet another hotel lobby.
I came to the conclusion that this entire country was just an enormous indoor structure, jut one enormous structure built over another enormous structure. I wondered how I could keep seeing the same degree of natural light. If my theory were correct, I thought, the first place I'd been in must have been much lower than this one, probably even underground. But the natural light there shone just as brightly as it did in this higher, even more over-arching place.
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