(Entered in paper journal at 9:12 AM at Starbucks on 1st Street and 7th Avenue in Brooklyn.)
Dream 1
I pulled mail out of a mailbox. I may have gone back into my house. I filed through the mail. Some of it was mine. But some of it was my landlady's. I was relieved to see my mail had finally arrived. But I couldn't figure out how to keep my mail and put my landlady's mail back. I thought if I put back one piece of mail I'd have to put back everything.
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(9/7/06) landlady discovers my transvestism; friends don't invite me places
(Entered in paper journal at 7:34 PM at home in Brooklyn.)
Dream 1
I ran out of my apartment. I was running after my landlady. I believe I had made a complaint about my neighbor always making noise. My landlady sided with my neighbor and decided to kick me out.
It was showering, steel grey, and lighting outside. My landlady headed to a beige SUV in a driveway right by my door. I tried to throw her to the ground, but I myself fell to the ground and pulled on her dress a little.
I yelled, "Look at how things really are!" I said, "I just paid for a month. You can't kick me out now unless you wnat to give me my month back!"
My landlady ran back into my house, which was about twice as big as it was in waking life. She went to my closet (she had originally come into my apartment through a door in my closet (which existed in waking life)). She saw some of my girl clothes.
My landlady grabbed some of my girl clothes. She yelled, "What is this? I didn't know about this when you moved in! I can't let you stay!"
Dream 2
I was in a dining room and then a kitchen in the dark. Somewhere my cell phone was buzzing. Finally I picked it up. But I had missed the call. I felt like the person I had missed would make trouble for me as a payback.
Dream 3
I was in a dim dining room with my friend R. It was a lightless room with a kind of cold light coming from somewhere else.
R was panicking. He had missed a phone call from the members of the improv comedy troupe we'd been in together in college. R told me, "Now I won't be able to go to the show." (The show was some kind of "competition" where they invited people from the audience on stage.)
I started to tell R he could go anyway. But then I realized R was making a big deal of the situation, not because he was worried about being able to go. He seemed pretty sure he would be able to go. Instead, he wanted to call attention to the fact that he had been invited by our friends to go while I hadn't.
I yelled at R for gloating over getting preferential treatment from our friends. R underhandedly responded, "Well, you can go, too. Nobody's stopping you."
Dream 1
I ran out of my apartment. I was running after my landlady. I believe I had made a complaint about my neighbor always making noise. My landlady sided with my neighbor and decided to kick me out.
It was showering, steel grey, and lighting outside. My landlady headed to a beige SUV in a driveway right by my door. I tried to throw her to the ground, but I myself fell to the ground and pulled on her dress a little.
I yelled, "Look at how things really are!" I said, "I just paid for a month. You can't kick me out now unless you wnat to give me my month back!"
My landlady ran back into my house, which was about twice as big as it was in waking life. She went to my closet (she had originally come into my apartment through a door in my closet (which existed in waking life)). She saw some of my girl clothes.
My landlady grabbed some of my girl clothes. She yelled, "What is this? I didn't know about this when you moved in! I can't let you stay!"
Dream 2
I was in a dining room and then a kitchen in the dark. Somewhere my cell phone was buzzing. Finally I picked it up. But I had missed the call. I felt like the person I had missed would make trouble for me as a payback.
Dream 3
I was in a dim dining room with my friend R. It was a lightless room with a kind of cold light coming from somewhere else.
R was panicking. He had missed a phone call from the members of the improv comedy troupe we'd been in together in college. R told me, "Now I won't be able to go to the show." (The show was some kind of "competition" where they invited people from the audience on stage.)
I started to tell R he could go anyway. But then I realized R was making a big deal of the situation, not because he was worried about being able to go. He seemed pretty sure he would be able to go. Instead, he wanted to call attention to the fact that he had been invited by our friends to go while I hadn't.
I yelled at R for gloating over getting preferential treatment from our friends. R underhandedly responded, "Well, you can go, too. Nobody's stopping you."
Saturday, March 2, 2013
(7/13/07) snob of scrap heap; my new place is taken; naked before co-worker
(Entered in paper journal at 6:30 PM on Q-train from Manhattan to Brooklyn.)
Dream #1
I stood on the opposite end of a heap of junk from a man about my age. The heap of junk was right next to a scraggly chain link fence and was mostly scrapped material like rusted sheet metal, bed frames, springs, and pieces of scrap wood.
I made a smart-alecky comment about the pile of scrap material, like "Well, I guess we shouldn't be surprised, knowing how people are." I sneered as if I thought I was being funny, but I was hollowly disappointed in my snobby demeanor.
Dream #2
It was the dark of night. I had gone to the backyard of "my house." The backyard was like the backyard of the house where my family lived during my final years of high school.
I might have been looking for my landlady, who may have been my mother at first. I had been talking with my mother/"landlady" (the landlady being my landlady D from the place I'd lived in from May of 2006 through January of 2007) about some troubles my neighbors had been giving me.
My landlady gave me a light push backwards and told me she would take care of things. She opened the door to a separate apartment (like a mini-house) that was where my mom's garage would have been at my family's old house. My landlady opened the door just a crack and walked in, leaving me behind.
At first I thought this was a new place my landlady was allowing me to have. But when I looked inside I saw a poster on the wall, either of an island in the ocean or of a pretty pop singer. By this I understood the place was already taken. It couldn't, therefore, be meant for me. The room was very dark: I'm not sure, actually, how I even managed to see inside. I stayed outside. I thought, What's my landlady doing going in there? It's somebody else's place.
A short, very thin, black man, maybe a little younger than I, walked in front of me and into the apartment. The man wore a deep, vivid blue polo shirt. He may have had a cast or some white bandages on his left arm. Something about the man seemed very feminine. I was surprised by how gentle he had been walking in front of me: I had expected him to be a lot meaner.
Dream #3
I lay on a bed or couch. I was naked. My co-worker EB stood in front of me, fully clothed. I lay on my side, facing EB. My body felt soft, almost feminine. I may have had a shaved crotch.
Dream #1
I stood on the opposite end of a heap of junk from a man about my age. The heap of junk was right next to a scraggly chain link fence and was mostly scrapped material like rusted sheet metal, bed frames, springs, and pieces of scrap wood.
I made a smart-alecky comment about the pile of scrap material, like "Well, I guess we shouldn't be surprised, knowing how people are." I sneered as if I thought I was being funny, but I was hollowly disappointed in my snobby demeanor.
Dream #2
It was the dark of night. I had gone to the backyard of "my house." The backyard was like the backyard of the house where my family lived during my final years of high school.
I might have been looking for my landlady, who may have been my mother at first. I had been talking with my mother/"landlady" (the landlady being my landlady D from the place I'd lived in from May of 2006 through January of 2007) about some troubles my neighbors had been giving me.
My landlady gave me a light push backwards and told me she would take care of things. She opened the door to a separate apartment (like a mini-house) that was where my mom's garage would have been at my family's old house. My landlady opened the door just a crack and walked in, leaving me behind.
At first I thought this was a new place my landlady was allowing me to have. But when I looked inside I saw a poster on the wall, either of an island in the ocean or of a pretty pop singer. By this I understood the place was already taken. It couldn't, therefore, be meant for me. The room was very dark: I'm not sure, actually, how I even managed to see inside. I stayed outside. I thought, What's my landlady doing going in there? It's somebody else's place.
A short, very thin, black man, maybe a little younger than I, walked in front of me and into the apartment. The man wore a deep, vivid blue polo shirt. He may have had a cast or some white bandages on his left arm. Something about the man seemed very feminine. I was surprised by how gentle he had been walking in front of me: I had expected him to be a lot meaner.
Dream #3
I lay on a bed or couch. I was naked. My co-worker EB stood in front of me, fully clothed. I lay on my side, facing EB. My body felt soft, almost feminine. I may have had a shaved crotch.
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