(Entered in paper journal at 5:40 AM at home in Harlem.)
Dream 1
I was in a very messy bedroom with one regular bed and one bunk bed. Either it was a bright, sunny day or the room was full of incandescent light. I was either eating or fixing dinner. I had a Tupperware container of red beans near me. There may have been a cluttered wooden bench (on which the container may have been laid) between the two beds.
The messiness of the room disturbed my appetite. I thought of cleaning the room. A woman, Hispanic or East Indian, interrupted me and demanded I clean the room as the (three?) other beds in this room were soon to be occupied. I hadn't cleaned the room because the junk in it all belonged to my roommates. But now I had to make my (landlady?) happy.
I looked at my beans for a second. I told the landlady it would take me a few minutes to get everything cleaned. Gently she said, "I'll give you fifteen minutes because you have to clean the fridge, too. The fridge is full of food." She walked out quickly.
I sat still, wanting to call after her. The fridge was full, but full of food my roommates had left behind. They had never left me any space in the fridge.
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(8/7/06) how many towels does it take to screw in a light bulb?; low-quality super mario
(Entered in paper journal at 5:17 PM on Q-train from 57th Street and 7th Avenue in Manhattan to Flatbush Avenue in Brooklyn.)
Dream 1
I was in a bedroom with dark, thin, fake wood-paneled walls, tall ceilings, and grey carpet. The room was messy, with clothes everywhere. My psychiatrist RB (?) had done my laundry for me (?) and prepared the room. But she had hung my towel from the center of the ceiling in such a clumsy way that as I walked into the room it fell.
I caught the towel before it hit the dirty floor. I tried to hang it back up. But the "hook" (a brass, uvula-shaped thing like a screw-cap on a light fixture) was way too high for me to reach. I hung the towel on an open door to a closet.
RB now closed the door on the (much narrower) room (the door at the foot of my bed) and may have tried to say something to prove she had done hard work on my room.
The door had a pale orange, tissue-like piece of paper on it, on both the inside and the outside. Written on the paper was a number, like 5280 or 25083 (?) in green marker with black in the center, like pen with marker over it.
There was still plenty of daylight coming in through the windows.
Dream 2
I was by myself in a room full of video games. I stood by a couple arcade consoles. There were some eerily bad-looking versions of Super Mario Bros.
I walked over to a series of TVs or monitors with video game system game promos. I saw one with a classic Super Mario game on it.
I was confused with some aspects of the game not matching my memory of things. I was frightened by being alone in the room, and I felt like the poor quality of games signified that someone with bad intentions was "haunting" this room.
Dream 1
I was in a bedroom with dark, thin, fake wood-paneled walls, tall ceilings, and grey carpet. The room was messy, with clothes everywhere. My psychiatrist RB (?) had done my laundry for me (?) and prepared the room. But she had hung my towel from the center of the ceiling in such a clumsy way that as I walked into the room it fell.
I caught the towel before it hit the dirty floor. I tried to hang it back up. But the "hook" (a brass, uvula-shaped thing like a screw-cap on a light fixture) was way too high for me to reach. I hung the towel on an open door to a closet.
RB now closed the door on the (much narrower) room (the door at the foot of my bed) and may have tried to say something to prove she had done hard work on my room.
The door had a pale orange, tissue-like piece of paper on it, on both the inside and the outside. Written on the paper was a number, like 5280 or 25083 (?) in green marker with black in the center, like pen with marker over it.
There was still plenty of daylight coming in through the windows.
Dream 2
I was by myself in a room full of video games. I stood by a couple arcade consoles. There were some eerily bad-looking versions of Super Mario Bros.
I walked over to a series of TVs or monitors with video game system game promos. I saw one with a classic Super Mario game on it.
I was confused with some aspects of the game not matching my memory of things. I was frightened by being alone in the room, and I felt like the poor quality of games signified that someone with bad intentions was "haunting" this room.
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