(The statement below is not a dream but was written in my dream journal as a kind of inspiration. Entered at 9:15 PM. No location info. But I'm guessing it was at home in Harlem. I'm also guessing the statement was written on May 23rd, before I slept and had my dreams, not May 24th, when my dreams would actually have been written down. But I'm really not sure.)
9:15 PM -- Although the writing of this will probably hinder me from dreaming tonight, I want to write down in the dream book that I will try next time I had a lucid dream to call out for a teacher or guide, whatever that may be.
(Entered in paper journal at 8:03 PM at home in Harlem.)
Dream 1
I got off a train or subway that led directly into a concourse in an airport. I passed an inspection gate and then realized I had left a couple important items at home. My flight left at either 4:00 or 4:11. I turned to look at the digital wall clock. It read 244 (244, I think, not 2:44!). I thought I might have time to take the subway back home and come back before my flight left.
I was on what now feels like an Amtrak train or an even bulkier, fancier train with a very dark, rich atmosphere to it. We passed along some dense obstructions to a view of a city street, not like New York City, a little more country like.
I caught a glimpse of some black man who shot a stare at me and scared me a little. So I opened my view fully at him in between the dense obstructions and rattled his mind a bit to make him look at me nervously. But when I succeeded I pulled back instantly and thought (did I think it?), No, don't make contact. You run the risk of letting bad spirits into your own body.
Now the view was black except one thin, horizontal strip about five-sixths of the way up my field of vision. A white burst of light zigzagging from right to left made the strip silvery like the crack of light between the lid and body of a copy machine.
I was still in the train, I think. It was early morning. We rode into the parking lot of a mall. My stop was somewhere around here. I thought of coming back to the mall in a few hours, as soon as it opened.
I looked up to the second floor of the mall, as if a few stores up their had their storefront window-walls and doors out on the sheer, inaccessible, white brick face instead of on an indoor balcony inside the mall. I saw a lingerie store. I wanted to go in. But I wondered, if the storefront was on the outside of the mall, how I'd get in without being seen by people I knew.
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Friday, February 8, 2013
(11/1/07) losing job; seduced in panties; cloud race and lesbian wedding; split aztec circle
(Entered in paper journal at 5:22 AM on Q-train from Brooklyn to Manhattan.)
Dream #1
I got into an elevator with some of my co-workers. We went down. As we did, one of us (my boss BS?) commented on how six or seven analyst groups in my department had been fired. BS said that might be all the cuts, as far as analysts' whole teams went, but that some workers on the lower levels (strangely named levels, such as CDSs, CSDs, or CSAs?) were probably going to lose their jobs. I worried that I would lose my job. This was even more upsetting to me because I had taken so long just to get to the low level I was at.
All the time in the elevator my eyes kept shutting and my mind kept blanking out. I had to keep re-focusing myself to force my eyes open and keep my mind alert. I missed a lot of the exact details that BS was giving, though I strained to hear them.
We got out of the elevator. On the floor, we passed AT, one of the Directors of my department. I feared that I had once said something unbecoming around her.
Dream #2
I was in a house that was also a lingerie store. I wore a bra and panties, probably with realistic flower patterns. A pretty, blonde girl with short hair was attending to me.
I got an erection, which went upward, not outward, and then pushed the underwear out near the panty-waist. I walked away, into a bedroom, which had display racks of lingerie on the wall. I didn't want the girl who'd been attending me to see my erection and feel violated by how aroused I was around her.
But the girl walked into the room. The tip of my penis stuck out over the waistband of the panties. I told the woman, "Oh, don't look at me yet. I have to calm down."
The woman said, "No, no. Let me see you."
By now my penis was huge and stood a lot out of the underwear. The girl trembled and sighed. She was trying to hide her excitement. She pressed against my penis and stomach and sat me down on the bed. She said, "Here, Let me take care of this." She knelt down and put her face close to my penis.
Dream #3
I watched as two men raced in a weird environment. It was like all around them was deep blue sky. There were puffy, white tufts of clouds dotting the lower part of this sky-land. Over the clouds were occasional bright, white squares. The two men raced by hopping along from square to square.
One of the men was like me, except maybe stronger, more mature. The other was black, wearing only white shorts or underwear. At one point I may have become the man who was like me.
The black man said something (we conversed as we raced). The man's voice had an electronic sound and clattered over itself, as if it were sent through a sound system on short echo. But something about this also slowed his voice down, not to sound deeper, but just to slow the delineation of the words.
I told the man, "I forgot that when you appear by XXXXX" (something like "dimensional holograph") "your speech is delayed. But you run faster."
The man bolted ahead of me, leaping from square to square. I managed to get ahead by jumping on special "booster" squares which rocketed me along. I jumped up onto a high platform. I hit a column-like, greyish "booster." The man was still keeping pace. The floor of this platform was like purplish tile. The floating squares we jumped on were clear. Each time I would jump on one I would shout, "Diamond Square!"
Things faded away. I sat at my desk at work. A guy standing to my right said, "Yeah, she doesn't believe in work efficiency at all. She thinks being asked to be efficient is a violation against her. And if she sees anybody being efficient she'll try to get them in trouble for violating her. That's why she plays those internet games all the time. And she tries to get others to do it, too." (I felt like the "internet game" was a computer distortion of the cloud/diamond square race game I had just experienced.)
A smallish, Hispanic woman now came up to us. The male co-worker stopped talking, as if he were afraid this woman would report what we'd said to the slacker woman, or as if this woman herself was the slacker woman.
Now a lot of women had come into the area. There were a few really cute, short girls, Asian and Hispanic. I couldn't quite see or keep focus on the girls. I knew some of the women were defiantly lesbian, and that they tried to force or convince all the other women also to be defiantly lesbian.
Now the crowd cleared so I could see one of the really cute girls (her friends had moved away). All the girls were aww-ing, as if to say, "Isn't this so cute?"
A medium-sized, medium-build, blonde, Hispanic woman held the cute girl's hand. She asked the cute girl to marry her. The cute girl accepted. This, in effect, meant they were now married. The cute girl was extremely happy. She hugged the Hispanic girl tightly.
Dream #4
An iron (?) relief in a circle, like an Aztec astrological circle. A woman said something about which I had ambiguous feelings. The circle now split. The right half was still the Aztec figure. The left half was now bright blue, sparkling water, almost like a video-intensified image of water. I didn't know whether this was good or bad.
Dream #1
I got into an elevator with some of my co-workers. We went down. As we did, one of us (my boss BS?) commented on how six or seven analyst groups in my department had been fired. BS said that might be all the cuts, as far as analysts' whole teams went, but that some workers on the lower levels (strangely named levels, such as CDSs, CSDs, or CSAs?) were probably going to lose their jobs. I worried that I would lose my job. This was even more upsetting to me because I had taken so long just to get to the low level I was at.
All the time in the elevator my eyes kept shutting and my mind kept blanking out. I had to keep re-focusing myself to force my eyes open and keep my mind alert. I missed a lot of the exact details that BS was giving, though I strained to hear them.
We got out of the elevator. On the floor, we passed AT, one of the Directors of my department. I feared that I had once said something unbecoming around her.
Dream #2
I was in a house that was also a lingerie store. I wore a bra and panties, probably with realistic flower patterns. A pretty, blonde girl with short hair was attending to me.
I got an erection, which went upward, not outward, and then pushed the underwear out near the panty-waist. I walked away, into a bedroom, which had display racks of lingerie on the wall. I didn't want the girl who'd been attending me to see my erection and feel violated by how aroused I was around her.
But the girl walked into the room. The tip of my penis stuck out over the waistband of the panties. I told the woman, "Oh, don't look at me yet. I have to calm down."
The woman said, "No, no. Let me see you."
By now my penis was huge and stood a lot out of the underwear. The girl trembled and sighed. She was trying to hide her excitement. She pressed against my penis and stomach and sat me down on the bed. She said, "Here, Let me take care of this." She knelt down and put her face close to my penis.
Dream #3
I watched as two men raced in a weird environment. It was like all around them was deep blue sky. There were puffy, white tufts of clouds dotting the lower part of this sky-land. Over the clouds were occasional bright, white squares. The two men raced by hopping along from square to square.
One of the men was like me, except maybe stronger, more mature. The other was black, wearing only white shorts or underwear. At one point I may have become the man who was like me.
The black man said something (we conversed as we raced). The man's voice had an electronic sound and clattered over itself, as if it were sent through a sound system on short echo. But something about this also slowed his voice down, not to sound deeper, but just to slow the delineation of the words.
I told the man, "I forgot that when you appear by XXXXX" (something like "dimensional holograph") "your speech is delayed. But you run faster."
The man bolted ahead of me, leaping from square to square. I managed to get ahead by jumping on special "booster" squares which rocketed me along. I jumped up onto a high platform. I hit a column-like, greyish "booster." The man was still keeping pace. The floor of this platform was like purplish tile. The floating squares we jumped on were clear. Each time I would jump on one I would shout, "Diamond Square!"
Things faded away. I sat at my desk at work. A guy standing to my right said, "Yeah, she doesn't believe in work efficiency at all. She thinks being asked to be efficient is a violation against her. And if she sees anybody being efficient she'll try to get them in trouble for violating her. That's why she plays those internet games all the time. And she tries to get others to do it, too." (I felt like the "internet game" was a computer distortion of the cloud/diamond square race game I had just experienced.)
A smallish, Hispanic woman now came up to us. The male co-worker stopped talking, as if he were afraid this woman would report what we'd said to the slacker woman, or as if this woman herself was the slacker woman.
Now a lot of women had come into the area. There were a few really cute, short girls, Asian and Hispanic. I couldn't quite see or keep focus on the girls. I knew some of the women were defiantly lesbian, and that they tried to force or convince all the other women also to be defiantly lesbian.
Now the crowd cleared so I could see one of the really cute girls (her friends had moved away). All the girls were aww-ing, as if to say, "Isn't this so cute?"
A medium-sized, medium-build, blonde, Hispanic woman held the cute girl's hand. She asked the cute girl to marry her. The cute girl accepted. This, in effect, meant they were now married. The cute girl was extremely happy. She hugged the Hispanic girl tightly.
Dream #4
An iron (?) relief in a circle, like an Aztec astrological circle. A woman said something about which I had ambiguous feelings. The circle now split. The right half was still the Aztec figure. The left half was now bright blue, sparkling water, almost like a video-intensified image of water. I didn't know whether this was good or bad.
Sunday, January 6, 2013
(9/10/08) co-worker quits; christopher street lingerie; annoyed by people
(Entered in paper journal at 6:15 AM on Q-train from Brooklyn to Manhattan.)
Dream #1
I sat on a large office floor. The lights were off, but some natural light came in through the windows. The light was grey and top-dim, like in a warehouse. Only my co-worker DE and I were here.
DE was talking on the phone about how he was going to quit, and something about how it had to do with me moving up. He hadn't told me anything yet, and I felt bad that I hadn't been kept in the loop regarding his actions. But I thought back a little and realized that he actually had said a lot of things in passing that had implied what his plans were.
DE now called to me. We were sitting in a small room, like the room of TM, one of my best friends from childhood. The room was dim, with just a purplish light (like from a fish tank) glittering somewhere. There were long desks against both walls, so that DE and I sat across the room from one another, our backs to each other.
I turned to face DE. His computer looked very old. DE told me he was quitting. He said something like, "I've known this for months now. Isn't management going to be surprised about that?"
Dream #2
I walked into some kind of store run by an older Asian woman. It was in an area like Christopher Street in the Village. The shop was very nice, with brick walls and wood floors. It was moderately busy. There may also have been a laundromat somewhere in the store.
I had to leave the store and get to work (?). But as I was heading out I found myself in a lingerie section. There was a lot of stuff there that I liked. The place was just a small alcove or room. I had to get out of it by crawling under my hands and knees under some cinder-material "board" that was being propped up by a pale wood bookshelf, which was to my left, and edging against the doorway, which was to my right.
As I did this I thought about how I'd seen this place before, possibly in a dream. I wondered what it could mean that I'd found such a place in real life after having dreamt it.
Dream #3
I walked into a cafe. A man, who may at first have been my old friend R, held the door open for me, but treated me in some annoying way as I crossed the threshold. The interior of the cafe was kind of cheap, almost like a fast food Mexican restaurant. The floors were red tile and the walls were thin, white plaster. The light was dim, with only a couple windows toward the back. The cash register was at the back, too, beside a stainless steel, cafeteria-style display counter that looked like it wasn't being used at all. There was a belt-barrier stretched around and away from the register counter.
As I walked toward the register, the man behind me acted really annoying. I looked back at him. He was a rich-looking, white man in a white t-shirt and some long shorts. I decided to fight back against him. But I only managed to lean back into him and push him backward.
The man smiled a queasy smile. I knew I hadn't annoyed him at all. I wondered what was making me let myself get annoyed so easily. Then I remembered: I had seen R again. Our last meeting had been awful. It ended so badly that R had asked if we could meet again to come to a better resolution on things. But I hadn't really wanted to see R ever again.
I was sitting at a table. R came in. He was wearing a gas mask. He may have had long, shaggy hair. He walked toward the cash register. Eventually he may have come and sat at the table with me, at which point we may have had a really creepy, tense conversation.
Dream #1
I sat on a large office floor. The lights were off, but some natural light came in through the windows. The light was grey and top-dim, like in a warehouse. Only my co-worker DE and I were here.
DE was talking on the phone about how he was going to quit, and something about how it had to do with me moving up. He hadn't told me anything yet, and I felt bad that I hadn't been kept in the loop regarding his actions. But I thought back a little and realized that he actually had said a lot of things in passing that had implied what his plans were.
DE now called to me. We were sitting in a small room, like the room of TM, one of my best friends from childhood. The room was dim, with just a purplish light (like from a fish tank) glittering somewhere. There were long desks against both walls, so that DE and I sat across the room from one another, our backs to each other.
I turned to face DE. His computer looked very old. DE told me he was quitting. He said something like, "I've known this for months now. Isn't management going to be surprised about that?"
Dream #2
I walked into some kind of store run by an older Asian woman. It was in an area like Christopher Street in the Village. The shop was very nice, with brick walls and wood floors. It was moderately busy. There may also have been a laundromat somewhere in the store.
I had to leave the store and get to work (?). But as I was heading out I found myself in a lingerie section. There was a lot of stuff there that I liked. The place was just a small alcove or room. I had to get out of it by crawling under my hands and knees under some cinder-material "board" that was being propped up by a pale wood bookshelf, which was to my left, and edging against the doorway, which was to my right.
As I did this I thought about how I'd seen this place before, possibly in a dream. I wondered what it could mean that I'd found such a place in real life after having dreamt it.
Dream #3
I walked into a cafe. A man, who may at first have been my old friend R, held the door open for me, but treated me in some annoying way as I crossed the threshold. The interior of the cafe was kind of cheap, almost like a fast food Mexican restaurant. The floors were red tile and the walls were thin, white plaster. The light was dim, with only a couple windows toward the back. The cash register was at the back, too, beside a stainless steel, cafeteria-style display counter that looked like it wasn't being used at all. There was a belt-barrier stretched around and away from the register counter.
As I walked toward the register, the man behind me acted really annoying. I looked back at him. He was a rich-looking, white man in a white t-shirt and some long shorts. I decided to fight back against him. But I only managed to lean back into him and push him backward.
The man smiled a queasy smile. I knew I hadn't annoyed him at all. I wondered what was making me let myself get annoyed so easily. Then I remembered: I had seen R again. Our last meeting had been awful. It ended so badly that R had asked if we could meet again to come to a better resolution on things. But I hadn't really wanted to see R ever again.
I was sitting at a table. R came in. He was wearing a gas mask. He may have had long, shaggy hair. He walked toward the cash register. Eventually he may have come and sat at the table with me, at which point we may have had a really creepy, tense conversation.
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