(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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Sunday, January 6, 2013
(10/29/08) injured woman; diseased group; inaccurate work
(Entered in paper journal at 6:10 AM on Q-train from Brooklyn to Manhattan.)
Dream #1
Something like a movie or a documentary about a woman. The woman may have been going to sue a group of people for having gotten her involved in some situation. I saw old black and white photos of the woman. The woman was fat, with short, sloppily arranged hair. She had pale blue-green (?) eyes. In one photo she may have been opening presents with someone like her father. In all the photos she looked mentally unstable.
I now saw the woman lying on a bed, on her back, with her head hung down over the side of the bed. It was obvious the woman had some kind of motor-system dysfunction.
The woman was "talking" -- actually it sounded and looked more like she was narrating. The woman's voice played in the background as the woman, without speaking, was, in my view, trying to pull something out from under her bed. The thing was possibly a cane that looked like a weed-whacker with a microphone at its top. The woman slowly pulled herself out of bed and walked toward the bathroom.
The woman was "talking" about the situation, and how she had already come into it with a lot of bodily troubles. The woman said how the situation had caused her to get a gunshot in her skull (she might have shot herself) and how she also ended up with severe injuries limiting even further her use of her arms and legs.
Dream #2
Something like a movie. A small group of people had been exposed to something like a degenerative pathogen. They had gone their separate ways and then started to feel the effects of the pathogen. Some of the people had managed to stop or delay the effects, but not until after the degeneration of their tissue had caused a loss of blood. It seemed like everybody from the small group would die, except, perhaps, an evil man who was going to do something even worse to all the other doomed men so that he could live.
The scene was now of a "cop" getting ready for bed. He had been at the scene with the other men and had been kind to them, while warning them about whatever they had been doing. I thought he was nice. He was apparently played by Klaus Kinski.
The cop was in something like a barracks with a lot of other men. The place looked like a cabin, with dark wood walls and floors and dim (but full) light from hanging electric lamps. The place seemed very warm and comforting. The beds were all close together. The men were all in white long underwear. The beds all had white sheets, but at least the cop's bed was also blanketed in a thick fur.
The cop got into bed with another man and turned his back to him. He at first pulled the blanket over him, but then pulled the blanket away to reveal that his nose (maybe eyes, too?) was trickling blood. He'd gotten infected, as well.
I thought, Oh, no! Not him, too. He's such a nice guy! But I knew not only that the cop was infected, but that he was also doomed to die much more quickly than the others, since nobody would be around to help him delay things.
Dream #3
My co-worker CL and my boss BS had worked together on some project. CL now poked his head into BS' office to thank him for the work, which was almost completely related to the industry CL did research on, and only slightly related to the industry that BS did research on. But BS, and possibly my co-worker IA, now warned CL not to trust the work after all, as it had been done mostly by me, and I had done an inexact job.
Both BS' and CL's offices were dark. BS may not have been in his office at all.
Dream #1
Something like a movie or a documentary about a woman. The woman may have been going to sue a group of people for having gotten her involved in some situation. I saw old black and white photos of the woman. The woman was fat, with short, sloppily arranged hair. She had pale blue-green (?) eyes. In one photo she may have been opening presents with someone like her father. In all the photos she looked mentally unstable.
I now saw the woman lying on a bed, on her back, with her head hung down over the side of the bed. It was obvious the woman had some kind of motor-system dysfunction.
The woman was "talking" -- actually it sounded and looked more like she was narrating. The woman's voice played in the background as the woman, without speaking, was, in my view, trying to pull something out from under her bed. The thing was possibly a cane that looked like a weed-whacker with a microphone at its top. The woman slowly pulled herself out of bed and walked toward the bathroom.
The woman was "talking" about the situation, and how she had already come into it with a lot of bodily troubles. The woman said how the situation had caused her to get a gunshot in her skull (she might have shot herself) and how she also ended up with severe injuries limiting even further her use of her arms and legs.
Dream #2
Something like a movie. A small group of people had been exposed to something like a degenerative pathogen. They had gone their separate ways and then started to feel the effects of the pathogen. Some of the people had managed to stop or delay the effects, but not until after the degeneration of their tissue had caused a loss of blood. It seemed like everybody from the small group would die, except, perhaps, an evil man who was going to do something even worse to all the other doomed men so that he could live.
The scene was now of a "cop" getting ready for bed. He had been at the scene with the other men and had been kind to them, while warning them about whatever they had been doing. I thought he was nice. He was apparently played by Klaus Kinski.
The cop was in something like a barracks with a lot of other men. The place looked like a cabin, with dark wood walls and floors and dim (but full) light from hanging electric lamps. The place seemed very warm and comforting. The beds were all close together. The men were all in white long underwear. The beds all had white sheets, but at least the cop's bed was also blanketed in a thick fur.
The cop got into bed with another man and turned his back to him. He at first pulled the blanket over him, but then pulled the blanket away to reveal that his nose (maybe eyes, too?) was trickling blood. He'd gotten infected, as well.
I thought, Oh, no! Not him, too. He's such a nice guy! But I knew not only that the cop was infected, but that he was also doomed to die much more quickly than the others, since nobody would be around to help him delay things.
Dream #3
My co-worker CL and my boss BS had worked together on some project. CL now poked his head into BS' office to thank him for the work, which was almost completely related to the industry CL did research on, and only slightly related to the industry that BS did research on. But BS, and possibly my co-worker IA, now warned CL not to trust the work after all, as it had been done mostly by me, and I had done an inexact job.
Both BS' and CL's offices were dark. BS may not have been in his office at all.
Sunday, November 4, 2012
(1/29/10) one of the lesbians
(Entered in paper journal at 5:01 PM on Q-train heading back to Brooklyn from work.)
Dream #1
A movie, probably Just One of the Guys. A scene of two girls and at least one other person, maybe a guy, in a smallish bedroom. The room was bright, with natural light against pale walls. The two girls were the main character and her best friend. The scene was the scene in which the main girl decided to dress up as a guy.
Something was implied in the scene, either hints being dropped in conversation or else a kind of physical tension between the two girls, that made me think the girls were actually in love with each other, and that the main girl secretly didn't mind becoming a guy because that meant she would be able to be with her friend sexually without anybody asking questions.
I wondered about this relationship. I felt like there had been some scene efore this one where the girls were flirting with each other and where they'd almost admitted their attraction to each other, but were interrupted right at the crucial moment.
I now saw the previous scene. It was in the same bedroom. The girls were alone in the room. The main girl had just gotten out of the shower. She had a white cloth, either a towel or a terry-cloth robe, wrapped very loosely around her. Her friend sat on the bed. She looked admiringly at the main character.
Somehow the main character's breasts became exposed. At this moment, both girls suddenly felt a deep attraction toward each other. They didn't say anything to each other; they just began romping around "for fun" on the bed.
They ended up so that the friend lay on her back under the main girl, who also lay on her back, laying across the friend's torso.The main girl was almost naked, the cloth barely wrapping around her hips. The friend began fondling the nipple of the main girl's left breast with the index and middle finger of her left hand.
The friend said something like, "I like your body a lot." She may have said, "I like your breasts a lot."
The friend may now have started fondling other parts of the main girl's body, including her bellybutton. The two girls were very quiet and yet passionate. They were about to kiss, when the other friends interrupted the situation. I knew that this was the beginning to the scene I had originally been watching.
Dream #1
A movie, probably Just One of the Guys. A scene of two girls and at least one other person, maybe a guy, in a smallish bedroom. The room was bright, with natural light against pale walls. The two girls were the main character and her best friend. The scene was the scene in which the main girl decided to dress up as a guy.
Something was implied in the scene, either hints being dropped in conversation or else a kind of physical tension between the two girls, that made me think the girls were actually in love with each other, and that the main girl secretly didn't mind becoming a guy because that meant she would be able to be with her friend sexually without anybody asking questions.
I wondered about this relationship. I felt like there had been some scene efore this one where the girls were flirting with each other and where they'd almost admitted their attraction to each other, but were interrupted right at the crucial moment.
I now saw the previous scene. It was in the same bedroom. The girls were alone in the room. The main girl had just gotten out of the shower. She had a white cloth, either a towel or a terry-cloth robe, wrapped very loosely around her. Her friend sat on the bed. She looked admiringly at the main character.
Somehow the main character's breasts became exposed. At this moment, both girls suddenly felt a deep attraction toward each other. They didn't say anything to each other; they just began romping around "for fun" on the bed.
They ended up so that the friend lay on her back under the main girl, who also lay on her back, laying across the friend's torso.The main girl was almost naked, the cloth barely wrapping around her hips. The friend began fondling the nipple of the main girl's left breast with the index and middle finger of her left hand.
The friend said something like, "I like your body a lot." She may have said, "I like your breasts a lot."
The friend may now have started fondling other parts of the main girl's body, including her bellybutton. The two girls were very quiet and yet passionate. They were about to kiss, when the other friends interrupted the situation. I knew that this was the beginning to the scene I had originally been watching.
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