(Entered in paper journal at 6 AM on Q-train from Brooklyn to Manhattan.)
Dream #1
I stood on an airstrip with my family. It was a clear day. We were getting ready to watch a Blue Angels show. The jets stood before us. I was surprised that they were so small. They looked like helicopters, too. They had white bodies and reddish striping. They threw out a lot of clear exhaust.
I was in the cabin of a plane about the size of a passenger jet or cargo plane. And now the little "Blue Angels" jets began flying out the "side door" of the cabin. I somehow figured that this made perfect sense.
Dream #2
My co-worker AS asked me to find a report for her called "Funniest Faces." I was surprised that my company had actually printed an investment report with a name like that. I'd never heard of it before. I saw that it was by a person I'd also never heard of before. I also "knew" that my co-worker DC had written a report called "Wackiest Names."
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Saturday, March 23, 2013
Monday, February 18, 2013
(8/22/07) cameras in my room; sci-fi research report; a better position
(Entered in paper journal at 5:45 AM on Q-train from Brooklyn to Manhattan.)
Dream #1
A man was arranging my family within a wide and mostly empty room, which was apparently my apartment. There was a big, almost featureless rug on the floor. The man would gather my family into groups, usually along three spots, on one of the long ends of the rug.
There were video cameras in one of the side walls. The man also spoke directly to me about a camera that would be in the room. I couldn't figure how the cameras in the wall would be of any use, or why someone would put a camera directly into my place.
Dream #2
I sat in a big room like a high school cafeteria. Two fat, scraggly men stood or sat near me. They had just learned that I had skill as a science fiction writer.
But now the men also saw that I was reading some reports from my job. The men were interested in my job. One of the men began pointing out things I should pay attention to in one of the reports I was reading. One part in particular was a sub-article in a shaded square on one of the pages.
Dream #3
A girl had been living with me or spending time with me because I had been giving her money. At one point the girl and I were decorating Christmas trees, maybe two trees. We were tying strings of green apples around the trees. The strings of apples got thicker and thicker.
Everything seemed like a blur to me, like my vision was sped up or smeared, like film projected at an unusual speed.
I now stood in a close, warm, kind of bright room with the girl. The girl was tall, blonde, very clean and orderly and healthy, but somehow a little boxy-faced.
The girl told me about all the Christmas trees we had made. She showed me photos. The trees were like ceramics or some kind of pastry dough. Some of the trees were more abstract than others. Some had gaps in them while others were whole.
I sat behind some desk as the girl and I spoke about something else. I was afraid my co-worker DE would come up and make the girl more interested in him than she was in me. I thought, Well, get a better position at work and maybe the girl will like you more than she likes DE.
I was walking down a hallway in a shopping mall. It was like a side hallway leading to the main hallways. It was somewhat dim, but full of people. I was on the phone with my mom. I told my mom, "It looks like they're finally talking about giving me a good position."
I now walked into the main hallway, which somehow had an atmosphere like that of a plaza at an amusement park. At the far end, I believed, the hallway opened directly to the outdoors.
I told my mom, "I mean, they're actually being serious and telling me they are going to do this for me." I may have thrown something into a nearby trashcan while saying this.
Dream #1
A man was arranging my family within a wide and mostly empty room, which was apparently my apartment. There was a big, almost featureless rug on the floor. The man would gather my family into groups, usually along three spots, on one of the long ends of the rug.
There were video cameras in one of the side walls. The man also spoke directly to me about a camera that would be in the room. I couldn't figure how the cameras in the wall would be of any use, or why someone would put a camera directly into my place.
Dream #2
I sat in a big room like a high school cafeteria. Two fat, scraggly men stood or sat near me. They had just learned that I had skill as a science fiction writer.
But now the men also saw that I was reading some reports from my job. The men were interested in my job. One of the men began pointing out things I should pay attention to in one of the reports I was reading. One part in particular was a sub-article in a shaded square on one of the pages.
Dream #3
A girl had been living with me or spending time with me because I had been giving her money. At one point the girl and I were decorating Christmas trees, maybe two trees. We were tying strings of green apples around the trees. The strings of apples got thicker and thicker.
Everything seemed like a blur to me, like my vision was sped up or smeared, like film projected at an unusual speed.
I now stood in a close, warm, kind of bright room with the girl. The girl was tall, blonde, very clean and orderly and healthy, but somehow a little boxy-faced.
The girl told me about all the Christmas trees we had made. She showed me photos. The trees were like ceramics or some kind of pastry dough. Some of the trees were more abstract than others. Some had gaps in them while others were whole.
I sat behind some desk as the girl and I spoke about something else. I was afraid my co-worker DE would come up and make the girl more interested in him than she was in me. I thought, Well, get a better position at work and maybe the girl will like you more than she likes DE.
I was walking down a hallway in a shopping mall. It was like a side hallway leading to the main hallways. It was somewhat dim, but full of people. I was on the phone with my mom. I told my mom, "It looks like they're finally talking about giving me a good position."
I now walked into the main hallway, which somehow had an atmosphere like that of a plaza at an amusement park. At the far end, I believed, the hallway opened directly to the outdoors.
I told my mom, "I mean, they're actually being serious and telling me they are going to do this for me." I may have thrown something into a nearby trashcan while saying this.
Sunday, February 17, 2013
(9/13/07) dismembered; snowboarding; who drank too much; tree corners
(Entered in paper journal at 6:45 AM at Starbucks on 56th Street and Sixth Avenue in Manhattan.)
Dream #1
I walked in a parking lot full of cars. As I did I thought about soldiers who had had their limbs blown off in the Iraq War. I had been walking from the left to the right side of an aisle of cars. Now I walked up a hill. I now stood near the top of the hill and at the end of the dirt lot. I stood between two large objects, possibly buildings. I looked down a steep hill and saw a city, perhaps a desert city.
Dream #2
I saw a man's feet trying to do some kind of footwork on a snowboard in the snow. The man's left foot was near the back of the board and at a right angle to his right foot. The man would lift up his left foot and try to stomp down onto the board in some way. But he would end up stomping down onto the snow.
Dream #3
I was at some party, possibly with a bunch of co-workers. We had been sitting at a long, square table in a long area with a few tables like ours. The area was elevated by a small staircase and overlooked the rest of the "restaurant," like a little balcony.
My memory was swimming, as if I had been drunk. I was trying to convince a short, oldish, Mexican woman that she had drank a lot more than she thought she had. Everybody was disordered, wandering all around our area.
Dream #4
I stood on a street corner. I heard my co-worker MD talking about how our boss DO would always leave right around time for the initiation report presentations for the companies our team was just beginning to cover, leaving MD to do all the work of speaking with the clients.
I stared up. Hanging over me, to my left, beside a telephone pole, were branches of an ailanthus (?) tree, its leafs golden-green from the light of the unseen sun. Below and through the glowing canopy I could see the corner or a pink-bricked building and a square of deep blue sky. Behind me, I knew, perhaps, because I had seen it before, was another redbrick building with a yellow-canopied honeylocust tree in front of it.
It was now like I was flying, sideways, down the street, so that I flew from my right to my left. I saw building fronts like in a small town's main street, glowing in the golden sun.
I could still hear MD speaking. He now said something like, "You should see how DO does it with girls." He then continued with some story of a girl DO seduced (DO, happily married, would NOT have done something like that in waking life) while out on a business trip.
Dream #1
I walked in a parking lot full of cars. As I did I thought about soldiers who had had their limbs blown off in the Iraq War. I had been walking from the left to the right side of an aisle of cars. Now I walked up a hill. I now stood near the top of the hill and at the end of the dirt lot. I stood between two large objects, possibly buildings. I looked down a steep hill and saw a city, perhaps a desert city.
Dream #2
I saw a man's feet trying to do some kind of footwork on a snowboard in the snow. The man's left foot was near the back of the board and at a right angle to his right foot. The man would lift up his left foot and try to stomp down onto the board in some way. But he would end up stomping down onto the snow.
Dream #3
I was at some party, possibly with a bunch of co-workers. We had been sitting at a long, square table in a long area with a few tables like ours. The area was elevated by a small staircase and overlooked the rest of the "restaurant," like a little balcony.
My memory was swimming, as if I had been drunk. I was trying to convince a short, oldish, Mexican woman that she had drank a lot more than she thought she had. Everybody was disordered, wandering all around our area.
Dream #4
I stood on a street corner. I heard my co-worker MD talking about how our boss DO would always leave right around time for the initiation report presentations for the companies our team was just beginning to cover, leaving MD to do all the work of speaking with the clients.
I stared up. Hanging over me, to my left, beside a telephone pole, were branches of an ailanthus (?) tree, its leafs golden-green from the light of the unseen sun. Below and through the glowing canopy I could see the corner or a pink-bricked building and a square of deep blue sky. Behind me, I knew, perhaps, because I had seen it before, was another redbrick building with a yellow-canopied honeylocust tree in front of it.
It was now like I was flying, sideways, down the street, so that I flew from my right to my left. I saw building fronts like in a small town's main street, glowing in the golden sun.
I could still hear MD speaking. He now said something like, "You should see how DO does it with girls." He then continued with some story of a girl DO seduced (DO, happily married, would NOT have done something like that in waking life) while out on a business trip.
Saturday, January 26, 2013
(2/3/08) mcdonald's wedding dress; drug dealer's name; fast food snow shoveling
(Entered in paper journal at 8:15 AM at Connecticut Muffin in Windsor Terrace, Brooklyn.)
Dream #1
I was in a clothing store, looking at a rack of panties. The panties were either used panties or bargain panties. I knelt right in front of them. I might have been with a group of people I knew. They were off in some other area of the store.
There was a thuggish-looking man working somewhere nearby. I didn't want him or the people I was with to know I wanted to wear the panties I was looking at. But this was just a small room of the store. In the bigger, main part of the store was a section with newer, nicer lingerie. I was more interested in that lingerie.
I was in a conference room. There were a few big tables. The lighting of the room was bland and fluorescent. The tables were pale peach. The room was empty except for me and PD, one of the heads of the company division of my department was a part. PD stood far to my right, by a dark doorway.
Other people were coming to the room for a meeting. They were probably already nearby. PD spoke as if she were already speaking to all the attendees. She was talking about something being some place other than where we'd thought it would be. She may have been talking about lingerie. I thought about some place PD mentioned, as if I were talking about it in my head with another man.
I stood out on a dark city sidewalk like in front of a closed-down McDonald's, like the McDonald's on 57th Street, near Sixth Avenue, in Manhattan. The man with whom I'd been speaking in my head now stood somewhere near me. I opened the door to the store while saying something joking to him.
I walked into the store. It was just like the closed-down McDonald's. But then it was like a dim, rundown version of some house I'd lived in during my childhood.
I went down into the basement. Sunlight came in through the windows of a bedroom I'd walked into. The bedroom was like a bedroom I'd had in my last year of college, when I'd lived off campus with some friends. I sat on the floor before a set of shelves in a closet (where my bookshelf would have been in my college bedroom). The shelves were piled with all kinds of girls' clothes.
I felt like my family or friends would come back soon. I wanted to have fun with these clothes before everybody returned. I shuffled through the stuff. I eventually came upon a wedding dress. It was white and lacy, but there were one or two little places on it upper parts decorated with pink and green, flower-like designs.
Dream #2
I was on my cell phone somewhere. Someone was telling me that people in my neighborhood had confused me with a Jewish boy who was a drug dealer. They said that at some point I had something about my last name that made the people think my last name was the name of the Jewish boy. I told the person what my last name was. But the person said, "I think it's too late. It doesn't matter now. Nobody's going to believe you."
Dream #3
I stood outside in front of my great-grandmother's house. It was a snowy night. A lot of snow had already accumulated. At the very front of my grandma's yard there were steps down to the sidewalk (this was not so in waking life).
On the sidewalk my sister, and possibly someone else, were shoveling snow. I had a shovel, too. I pushed it all the way from the front of the house to the steps leading down to the sidewalk. But when I reached the steps, I was suddenly where the other person had been. The other person was now gone.
I might have been standing in this position with a shovel, but I wasn't moving. I was listening, in my head, to some stock-analysis discussion on the Quick Service Restaurant (QSR) chains, like McDonald's.
I realized that only my sister was shoveling. I thought, I'm the man. Shouldn't I be helping my sister shovel, or should I be shoveling for her? But here she's shoveled so much already. In some way, though, I didn't feel bad. I knew I was doing some kind of work, after all.
I stood at the top of the stairs. The stairs were pretty much shoveled, but chunks of ice still clung to the steps. I chipped these chunks with the edge of my shovel.
My co-worker JBS stood to my left (in the snow of the yard!) and spoke about QSR chains. I was pretty annoyed. I wanted to focus on my job of chipping the ice. But I also felt bad and thought I should listen to JBS out of kindness.
Dream #1
I was in a clothing store, looking at a rack of panties. The panties were either used panties or bargain panties. I knelt right in front of them. I might have been with a group of people I knew. They were off in some other area of the store.
There was a thuggish-looking man working somewhere nearby. I didn't want him or the people I was with to know I wanted to wear the panties I was looking at. But this was just a small room of the store. In the bigger, main part of the store was a section with newer, nicer lingerie. I was more interested in that lingerie.
I was in a conference room. There were a few big tables. The lighting of the room was bland and fluorescent. The tables were pale peach. The room was empty except for me and PD, one of the heads of the company division of my department was a part. PD stood far to my right, by a dark doorway.
Other people were coming to the room for a meeting. They were probably already nearby. PD spoke as if she were already speaking to all the attendees. She was talking about something being some place other than where we'd thought it would be. She may have been talking about lingerie. I thought about some place PD mentioned, as if I were talking about it in my head with another man.
I stood out on a dark city sidewalk like in front of a closed-down McDonald's, like the McDonald's on 57th Street, near Sixth Avenue, in Manhattan. The man with whom I'd been speaking in my head now stood somewhere near me. I opened the door to the store while saying something joking to him.
I walked into the store. It was just like the closed-down McDonald's. But then it was like a dim, rundown version of some house I'd lived in during my childhood.
I went down into the basement. Sunlight came in through the windows of a bedroom I'd walked into. The bedroom was like a bedroom I'd had in my last year of college, when I'd lived off campus with some friends. I sat on the floor before a set of shelves in a closet (where my bookshelf would have been in my college bedroom). The shelves were piled with all kinds of girls' clothes.
I felt like my family or friends would come back soon. I wanted to have fun with these clothes before everybody returned. I shuffled through the stuff. I eventually came upon a wedding dress. It was white and lacy, but there were one or two little places on it upper parts decorated with pink and green, flower-like designs.
Dream #2
I was on my cell phone somewhere. Someone was telling me that people in my neighborhood had confused me with a Jewish boy who was a drug dealer. They said that at some point I had something about my last name that made the people think my last name was the name of the Jewish boy. I told the person what my last name was. But the person said, "I think it's too late. It doesn't matter now. Nobody's going to believe you."
Dream #3
I stood outside in front of my great-grandmother's house. It was a snowy night. A lot of snow had already accumulated. At the very front of my grandma's yard there were steps down to the sidewalk (this was not so in waking life).
On the sidewalk my sister, and possibly someone else, were shoveling snow. I had a shovel, too. I pushed it all the way from the front of the house to the steps leading down to the sidewalk. But when I reached the steps, I was suddenly where the other person had been. The other person was now gone.
I might have been standing in this position with a shovel, but I wasn't moving. I was listening, in my head, to some stock-analysis discussion on the Quick Service Restaurant (QSR) chains, like McDonald's.
I realized that only my sister was shoveling. I thought, I'm the man. Shouldn't I be helping my sister shovel, or should I be shoveling for her? But here she's shoveled so much already. In some way, though, I didn't feel bad. I knew I was doing some kind of work, after all.
I stood at the top of the stairs. The stairs were pretty much shoveled, but chunks of ice still clung to the steps. I chipped these chunks with the edge of my shovel.
My co-worker JBS stood to my left (in the snow of the yard!) and spoke about QSR chains. I was pretty annoyed. I wanted to focus on my job of chipping the ice. But I also felt bad and thought I should listen to JBS out of kindness.
Sunday, January 20, 2013
(7/6/08) initiation report; aircraft and push-car
(Entered in paper journal at 7:01 AM on Q-train from Brooklyn to Manhattan.)
Dream #1
I sat in a place like an office and a bedroom combined. I sat before a desk and a computer screen. Someone, possibly a beautiful woman, possibly my mom, sat on a bed behind me. I was looking at a screen of stock tickers and prices, which was also a list of emails directed to me.
One email was from my old boss and mentor EB. He wrote to me about the initiation-of-coverage report for some stock, possibly with the ticker IG, as if I had either had a lot to do with it or had been in charge of it. I could tell he was laughing in amusement at how quickly I did things like putting together initiation reports. I turned back to the woman and laughed myself.
I now sat to the right side of the computer. The room was yellowy. My co-worker from the Sales department, PS, might have come into the room.
Dream #2
It might have been a grey day. I stood out in some place like an airstrip. A woman stood to my right. I saw a large aircraft pull forward and lift up. The aircraft was large, shaped heavily, almost like a stubby crayon or a battery. It was dull gold and white. It may also have had something of a look of a space shuttle about it. I saw that a woman was piloting it. She may have been the only passenger.
The craft lifted up, got maybe fifty or sixty feet in the air, then crashed down. It "exploded," but it was really like it just clattered open, like it was a plastic toy that broke. I knew that whoever had sent this aircraft out would send another aircraft out right away.
Whatever was being transported in the craft was very important, but I thought perhaps it should be carried by ground, or even by a better aircraft, instead of by the type of aircraft they were using.
I might have thought of the awful state of the airline industry, having to use such old vehicles. But I also thought back to the "old days," which seemed to me to have been a lot more efficient.
I now stood out at the base of a slate-grey mountain. The ground before me was level and gravely, like it had been cleared or blasted. Two sets of railroad tracks ran before me, from around a curve a ways to my left, then straight to my right and around a curve in the distance.
A small train traveled from my right to my left. Then from my left to my right came a boy running between the second set of railroad tracks, with a white goat running behind him. The boy and his goat were transporting something. Behind them was moving either a push-car or another small train.
At some point I may also have become the boy or been able to see through the boy's eyes.
Dream #1
I sat in a place like an office and a bedroom combined. I sat before a desk and a computer screen. Someone, possibly a beautiful woman, possibly my mom, sat on a bed behind me. I was looking at a screen of stock tickers and prices, which was also a list of emails directed to me.
One email was from my old boss and mentor EB. He wrote to me about the initiation-of-coverage report for some stock, possibly with the ticker IG, as if I had either had a lot to do with it or had been in charge of it. I could tell he was laughing in amusement at how quickly I did things like putting together initiation reports. I turned back to the woman and laughed myself.
I now sat to the right side of the computer. The room was yellowy. My co-worker from the Sales department, PS, might have come into the room.
Dream #2
It might have been a grey day. I stood out in some place like an airstrip. A woman stood to my right. I saw a large aircraft pull forward and lift up. The aircraft was large, shaped heavily, almost like a stubby crayon or a battery. It was dull gold and white. It may also have had something of a look of a space shuttle about it. I saw that a woman was piloting it. She may have been the only passenger.
The craft lifted up, got maybe fifty or sixty feet in the air, then crashed down. It "exploded," but it was really like it just clattered open, like it was a plastic toy that broke. I knew that whoever had sent this aircraft out would send another aircraft out right away.
Whatever was being transported in the craft was very important, but I thought perhaps it should be carried by ground, or even by a better aircraft, instead of by the type of aircraft they were using.
I might have thought of the awful state of the airline industry, having to use such old vehicles. But I also thought back to the "old days," which seemed to me to have been a lot more efficient.
I now stood out at the base of a slate-grey mountain. The ground before me was level and gravely, like it had been cleared or blasted. Two sets of railroad tracks ran before me, from around a curve a ways to my left, then straight to my right and around a curve in the distance.
A small train traveled from my right to my left. Then from my left to my right came a boy running between the second set of railroad tracks, with a white goat running behind him. The boy and his goat were transporting something. Behind them was moving either a push-car or another small train.
At some point I may also have become the boy or been able to see through the boy's eyes.
Saturday, January 12, 2013
(8/3/08) the murder report
(Entered in paper journal at 8:36 AM at Heights Coffee shop in Brooklyn.)
Dream #1
I was out on a neighborhood street with my boss BS, my co-worker DE, and maybe somebody else. We all looked up a a big, concrete wall that was in the sunlight and was topped with a street and houses.
The day was warm. DE and I may have been sitting in a car. We were typing up a report. A computer screen was before me. The report was about a company, but it was also about a murderer.
BS and DE were accusing me of not checking my facts. I got really mad, because I had checked everything. I started to say so to BS and DE, but they immediately acquiesced, as if they didn't want to hear me. But I couldn't help myself. I yammered on and on about all the steps I had taken to check my facts. As I was saving the report file to the computer I messed up and started talking about saving the file instead of talking about checking the facts.
Now I was fumbling under the driver's side car seat, trying to find some last piece of evidence that would prove the murderer's guilt. I pushed a few books out from under the seat. One book may have had a purple cover and white lettering.
BS was somewhere, possibly in the backseat, but not visible. I told him I couldn't find the evidence. BS told me, in a voice almost like that of a good female cop, "Don't worry about it. I just went by his house. There's plenty of evidence. There are ten dead women's bodies on his basement floor."
Dream #1
I was out on a neighborhood street with my boss BS, my co-worker DE, and maybe somebody else. We all looked up a a big, concrete wall that was in the sunlight and was topped with a street and houses.
The day was warm. DE and I may have been sitting in a car. We were typing up a report. A computer screen was before me. The report was about a company, but it was also about a murderer.
BS and DE were accusing me of not checking my facts. I got really mad, because I had checked everything. I started to say so to BS and DE, but they immediately acquiesced, as if they didn't want to hear me. But I couldn't help myself. I yammered on and on about all the steps I had taken to check my facts. As I was saving the report file to the computer I messed up and started talking about saving the file instead of talking about checking the facts.
Now I was fumbling under the driver's side car seat, trying to find some last piece of evidence that would prove the murderer's guilt. I pushed a few books out from under the seat. One book may have had a purple cover and white lettering.
BS was somewhere, possibly in the backseat, but not visible. I told him I couldn't find the evidence. BS told me, in a voice almost like that of a good female cop, "Don't worry about it. I just went by his house. There's plenty of evidence. There are ten dead women's bodies on his basement floor."
Monday, December 31, 2012
(1/4/09) science parking lot; missing 2-train; boss' new reports; panties at ross; stopping a death
(Entered in paper journal at 8:20 AM at Connecticut Muffin in Windsor Terrace, Brooklyn.)
Dream #1
I may have been driving a car in a gravel and asphalt parking lot in the mountains. It was daytime. I tried to park the car in a space, but I stopped just before the space. The lot had seemed relatively empty before. Now it was slightly full. There may have been cars in line behind me, also waiting to park. At some point I was on a bicycle instead of in a car.
An old man was directing us into spaces. The old man looked tallish. He was slightly wrinkled, with a slick, bald head and tanned skin. I was directed into a specific space which may have been in a cobble-filled section of parking lot. But I looked around and saw that the space I had wanted to park in was still open.
I pulled my bike out of my current space and rode in some kind of clockwise ellipse to get to the desired space. As I did I rode over a patch of cobblestones littered either with long shards of bottle glass or long shards of the hard shell of some fruit, like a coconut. My tires may have gotten slashed.
I tried again to park in the space, but was once again directed into the space I had been directed to before. This time some of the parking spaces may have had signs, like white signs with black lettering on wooden stakes. The signs may have had professions on them, many of which had to do with the sciences.
As soon as I got into my directed space again I pulled right back out of it. I ran over the long shards again and thought again how I must have ripped up my tires. I looked to the opposite side of the parking lot. There were a couple open spaces there. One space with a scientific title looked particularly interesting to me.
I may have started to head over that way. But now I realized that I hadn't been taking care of my bike. I thought to myself that I really should take care of my bicycle. I either stopped myself or I was stopped by someone else.
A woman somewhere, dressed like a stereotypical Greek goddess, but with weird spikes of pale wood in her hair, reprimanded me. She told me that I kept injuring my bike because I wouldn't stay in my own space. She told me that I neglected my bike all the time, and that the next time I did it, she would take it away from me.
Dream #2
It was night. I got off of one subway train and was walking along a platform to another. I was outside, in an area like the platform for the NJ Transit trains from the Newark airport.
I was looking for a 2-train. I was on an upper tier. I needed to walk down a series of steps to get to the 2-train platform. As I walked down the steps I saw the 2-train pass, but on a center track, not stopping at this platform. I wondered if I was in the right place to catch this train.
Another train may have stopped here not long after. The train seemed much taller than usual, and the entrance to the train seemed to be too high for me to step into comfortably.
Dream #3
I was at the office. It may have been night. The office was fully lit. I was laying on an enormous, thick bed, possibly with pale grey-blue sheets and no blanket. The pillows seemed to be fitted into the bed. I may have been eating something like pasta in a chili sauce.
A trader from my company, B, walked up to the right side of my bed. I lay on my right side. B asked me how everything was going. I tried to be positive, and I spoke about how I was excited for how my BS' launch was going to go.
(In waking life, I had, by this point, been removed from my boss' research team, although I was still coming into the office every day. I helped my boss out with little projects here and there. But I was not directly involved in the post-merger re-launch of all his previous research coverage, nor in the launch of the research of any of the companies he would be doing new research on. At this point in time, my boss was also going through the approval process on his reports with the heads of our department.)
As I said this, BS passed my bed and walked into his office, off beyond the head of the bed and to the right. I asked B how BS had done on his presentation. B said (maybe just judging by the rushed, annoyed manner in which BS walked to his office) that there was probably a lot BS had to work on for his reports.
Dream #4
I walked down out of some ramped hallway like in an airport or a hospital. I ended up in a plaza area that had the spatial feel of the Coney Island subway stop. It may even have opened directly onto a beach. But it was actually the entrance to a large discount clothing store, like a Ross Dress for Less.
I at first walked past the store, thinking it was nothing. Then I realized what it was and quickly turned around to enter. I had to walk though gates that were like subway turnstiles. I scurried through a wide open space that was moderately busy with people, possibly mainly Hispanic families.
I was searching for the lingerie section. I thought I would go get a lot of cheap lingerie. I found the section. It was enormous -- there was section after section. I looked around every once in a while to make sure nobody I knew was here. I couldn't find anything in particular as I passed through the different sections quickly. I was currently just trying to figure out how many sections there were in this whole place. I was really just glancing at all the racks.
I may have grabbed a couple really big pairs of cotton panties. I may have thought to myself how my mom would fit into these panties better than I. There may have been two pairs: one dull blue and the other dullish white-grey, both with a speckled pattern like mini leopard print.
I walked into a smaller section, which had satiny-looking items, darkish pink and other vivid colors. There might have been a few Hispanic girls or women looking around here. I hoped they wouldn't think badly of me because I was looking around here.
Dream #5
I may have been at a party with my co-workers CT and CL. I may have gone to sleep and woken up. I was somewhere like a living room, with the front door open to the bright daylight outside. The room itself was very narrow. There may have been a (half-empty?) bookshelf along the wall to my left. I was sitting on the floor, as if I had pulled myself up from sleeping on my back.
There were a couple people before me, maybe including CT. They were explaining to me how CL had died the night before. After the party, CL had left CT. CL had already been extremely drunk. But he had apparently gone somewhere else and had had even more to drink. He might have collapsed on the street before getting home, later dying of alcohol poisoning.
While this was all being explained to me, I felt like there was some way I could go back in time and stop it, as if, if I could just hear what had happened and visualize it strongly enough, I could "pull" myself back into the situation and go with CL wherever he went after the party, keeping him from getting too drunk.
Dream #1
I may have been driving a car in a gravel and asphalt parking lot in the mountains. It was daytime. I tried to park the car in a space, but I stopped just before the space. The lot had seemed relatively empty before. Now it was slightly full. There may have been cars in line behind me, also waiting to park. At some point I was on a bicycle instead of in a car.
An old man was directing us into spaces. The old man looked tallish. He was slightly wrinkled, with a slick, bald head and tanned skin. I was directed into a specific space which may have been in a cobble-filled section of parking lot. But I looked around and saw that the space I had wanted to park in was still open.
I pulled my bike out of my current space and rode in some kind of clockwise ellipse to get to the desired space. As I did I rode over a patch of cobblestones littered either with long shards of bottle glass or long shards of the hard shell of some fruit, like a coconut. My tires may have gotten slashed.
I tried again to park in the space, but was once again directed into the space I had been directed to before. This time some of the parking spaces may have had signs, like white signs with black lettering on wooden stakes. The signs may have had professions on them, many of which had to do with the sciences.
As soon as I got into my directed space again I pulled right back out of it. I ran over the long shards again and thought again how I must have ripped up my tires. I looked to the opposite side of the parking lot. There were a couple open spaces there. One space with a scientific title looked particularly interesting to me.
I may have started to head over that way. But now I realized that I hadn't been taking care of my bike. I thought to myself that I really should take care of my bicycle. I either stopped myself or I was stopped by someone else.
A woman somewhere, dressed like a stereotypical Greek goddess, but with weird spikes of pale wood in her hair, reprimanded me. She told me that I kept injuring my bike because I wouldn't stay in my own space. She told me that I neglected my bike all the time, and that the next time I did it, she would take it away from me.
Dream #2
It was night. I got off of one subway train and was walking along a platform to another. I was outside, in an area like the platform for the NJ Transit trains from the Newark airport.
I was looking for a 2-train. I was on an upper tier. I needed to walk down a series of steps to get to the 2-train platform. As I walked down the steps I saw the 2-train pass, but on a center track, not stopping at this platform. I wondered if I was in the right place to catch this train.
Another train may have stopped here not long after. The train seemed much taller than usual, and the entrance to the train seemed to be too high for me to step into comfortably.
Dream #3
I was at the office. It may have been night. The office was fully lit. I was laying on an enormous, thick bed, possibly with pale grey-blue sheets and no blanket. The pillows seemed to be fitted into the bed. I may have been eating something like pasta in a chili sauce.
A trader from my company, B, walked up to the right side of my bed. I lay on my right side. B asked me how everything was going. I tried to be positive, and I spoke about how I was excited for how my BS' launch was going to go.
(In waking life, I had, by this point, been removed from my boss' research team, although I was still coming into the office every day. I helped my boss out with little projects here and there. But I was not directly involved in the post-merger re-launch of all his previous research coverage, nor in the launch of the research of any of the companies he would be doing new research on. At this point in time, my boss was also going through the approval process on his reports with the heads of our department.)
As I said this, BS passed my bed and walked into his office, off beyond the head of the bed and to the right. I asked B how BS had done on his presentation. B said (maybe just judging by the rushed, annoyed manner in which BS walked to his office) that there was probably a lot BS had to work on for his reports.
Dream #4
I walked down out of some ramped hallway like in an airport or a hospital. I ended up in a plaza area that had the spatial feel of the Coney Island subway stop. It may even have opened directly onto a beach. But it was actually the entrance to a large discount clothing store, like a Ross Dress for Less.
I at first walked past the store, thinking it was nothing. Then I realized what it was and quickly turned around to enter. I had to walk though gates that were like subway turnstiles. I scurried through a wide open space that was moderately busy with people, possibly mainly Hispanic families.
I was searching for the lingerie section. I thought I would go get a lot of cheap lingerie. I found the section. It was enormous -- there was section after section. I looked around every once in a while to make sure nobody I knew was here. I couldn't find anything in particular as I passed through the different sections quickly. I was currently just trying to figure out how many sections there were in this whole place. I was really just glancing at all the racks.
I may have grabbed a couple really big pairs of cotton panties. I may have thought to myself how my mom would fit into these panties better than I. There may have been two pairs: one dull blue and the other dullish white-grey, both with a speckled pattern like mini leopard print.
I walked into a smaller section, which had satiny-looking items, darkish pink and other vivid colors. There might have been a few Hispanic girls or women looking around here. I hoped they wouldn't think badly of me because I was looking around here.
Dream #5
I may have been at a party with my co-workers CT and CL. I may have gone to sleep and woken up. I was somewhere like a living room, with the front door open to the bright daylight outside. The room itself was very narrow. There may have been a (half-empty?) bookshelf along the wall to my left. I was sitting on the floor, as if I had pulled myself up from sleeping on my back.
There were a couple people before me, maybe including CT. They were explaining to me how CL had died the night before. After the party, CL had left CT. CL had already been extremely drunk. But he had apparently gone somewhere else and had had even more to drink. He might have collapsed on the street before getting home, later dying of alcohol poisoning.
While this was all being explained to me, I felt like there was some way I could go back in time and stop it, as if, if I could just hear what had happened and visualize it strongly enough, I could "pull" myself back into the situation and go with CL wherever he went after the party, keeping him from getting too drunk.
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