(11/19/04) sexy transvestite tano; bomb bullies

(Entered in paper journal at 5:30 AM at my friend R's house in Brooklyn.)

Dream 1

Looking at back of magazine (?) like television on back of it. Beautiful women countdown. Number one is Tano, some Latina woman. She sings song in orange bikini, then at some point pulls bikini bottom wrong way. Penis pops out. Starts swimming in swimming pool. Voice over says Tano found sexy because she is transvestite.

Dream 2

Classroom. Kid opens door part way. Puts bomb in. Girl in hallway sees, goes one way then other to tell someone. Bullies meet her. Somehow friend bashes into her and trips up bullies, too. Slow-mo replay -- now girls in white underwear. Some guy sees bomb surreptitiously and goes and tells principal. (Now vision of ailanthus tree with privet berries.) Voice over of guy: "And that's how I became XXXXX." (Something to do with high position in park service.)

(Daytime journal entry corresponding to these dreams.)

Both dreams I remembered from last night are pretty well recorded in the Ghost Book. Here are some additions.

Dream 1

I don't think "Tano" actually pulled the bikini bottom at all. I think she got an erection, and the penis simply popped out of her bikini bottom. During the rest of the dream Tan's bikini bottom's crotch was slid over to the side to reveal Tano's penis.

Tano swam in a strange way in a pool that seems to have been about fifteen feet deep. She would quickly surge to the bottom and then arc back up quickly.

The swimming pool was in the backyard of some tiered, beige-pink stucco, Art Deco mansion. The design for the advertisement on which I saw this picture was Old West-style, beige-tan with large "Tombstone" style lettering, like an old "wanted" poster.

The woman, by the way, was blonde with deeply tanned skin.

Dream 2

The bomb was like a canteen, a flat-sided, circular shape with a spout opening on top.

It seemed to be made of light-wood-style veneer, the same as the classroom door, and lined on its edges with silvery aluminum. It also seemed to hook directly into the classroom door, as if it melded straight in with it.

It was placed only about eighteen inches up from the floor, but the door seemed to have a jamb (NOTE (2017) -- I think I meant to say latch), i.e. the part that springs in and out of the side and into the doorframe hole when you turn the knob,

and the bomb seemed to fit right over this thing or cancel it out altogether. The circle part of the "canteen" butted against the door while the spout headed against the frame.

I saw all this as if I were on my hands and knees. But "I" wasn't the one in this situation.

The lockers across this hallway were dark purple. Strangely enough, they may have been half-height lockers, not stacked one on top of the other, yet somehow taking up just as much height as regular lockers. Or they may simply have been regular-height lockers.

At first the hallway was empty and the girl in it was there on some off chance. But as soon as she thought she should tell, the hallway was a little busy, as if a couple classes had just gotten out.

The hallway had a right intersection just a way up from the woman after she turned right and headed up the hallway. It was from the right intersection that the two bullies hustled out. The bullies were white, thick-necked, slug-like, and almost preppy-like, as well.

Now as the bullies rushed at the girl a couple other guys saw what was about to happen and knew why it was going to happen. They all wanted to do something to stop it from happening and to help the girl tell the (principal?) about the bomb. But they were really afraid of the bullies.

The girl got knocked to the ground. She flew a bit and fell right on her back. The slow-mo replay was of two girls, both in white bikini panties and white, close-hugging tank-tops.

(2/27/08) animal cruelty

(Entered in paper journal at 5:45 AM on Q-train from Brooklyn to Manhattan.)

Dream #1

It was daytime. I stood before a front yard. Strange animals ran around in the yard. There were a pack of three animals like brown bears that were somehow distorted or elongated and slimy looking.

An animal like an enormous sheep ran unwittingly up to the lead bear. It almost nestled right against the bear's shoulder. The bear became very violent.

Some animal like a dog, the same color as the bear, began chasing after me. I jumped up in the air and flew backwards across the street, never quite getting high enough in the air to stop being nervous about the dog-like animal biting my feet. I flew over and around a vehicle like a van.

I was now watching a video of the street scene. The video was of a young man, possibly one of my friends, who had treated animals cruelly. The video showed the man in the backseat of a rundown, large car from the 1980s.

Two small, thin monkeys with black fur and gorilla-like faces ran around in the backseat of the car with the young man. Now in the video one of the monkeys was dead. The man had killed the monkey and was now sucking at its head, eating its brains. I saw this again, but now from outside the car.