(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.
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Monday, February 18, 2013
Sunday, January 6, 2013
(10/7/08) starbucks bookshelf
(Entered in paper journal at 6:40 AM on Q-train from Brooklyn to Manhattan.)
Dream #1
It was daytime. I stood before an apartment door, which was at the top of a staircase on what may have been an outdoor walkway. I was pressing a floor buzzer, hoping the woman (?) I was here to visit would let me in.
Two tall, wiry, Caribbean men (possibly with a lot of paint on their clothes) jostled in front of me and walked right in through the door, as if it had been unlocked all along. They left the door half-open. I could see them getting to work on some construction job. They might have looked at me every now and then, as if they wondered why I wasn't coming in. But I wasn't going to stay here if the woman wasn't here to let me in. Besides, I needed a quiet place to study.
I walked to a parking lot with a Starbucks. I thought the Starbucks would be a good place to study. But it didn't feel quite right. I felt like I should go to a different one, like I had made an appointment to meet someone at a different one. But it started raining, so I went into this one, anyway.
The Starbucks was big, but it had a pale, cheap feel to it, like a living room. I sat with a group of peple who all sat near or on a bed before a bookshelf. The bookshelf was about waist-high and backed against a short wall that stood before a dim, unlit kitchen.
My old friend R knelt before the bookshelf, looking at the books. There was one person in the group, a woman, perhaps slightly older than I, but very beautiful and very mature-looking, who seemed to be praising R for looking at the books. The books were used books that people had left here. You could either read the books as you had coffee or take the books home with you, either for free or at a very small cost.
Seeing how the woman had praised R, I knelt down to see what books there were. I wondered if I might take anything home with me. But I really didn't want any of the books. I felt like I had enough books already. I pulled out a handful of books that interested me. Two were, I found, science fiction reworkings of fairy tales.
One of the books was a sci-fi reworking of the Snow White story. It was called something like The Snow Princess Must Be Saved or We Must Save the Snow Princess. On the cover was a painting of Jupiter.
There may have been two Shakespeare play, one of which was Measure for Measure (though it may have kept changing into Love's Labours Lost and All's Well That Ends Well).
Another book was very interesting. It was very small at first, maybe one and a half inches by three-quarters of an inch. It might have changed a few times. At first it was like a manga. Then it was more like a young adult science fiction novel. I put headphones on to listen to the book. As I listened, I laughed to R about how I thought the book was one thing, but how it turned out to be another thing.
Dream #1
It was daytime. I stood before an apartment door, which was at the top of a staircase on what may have been an outdoor walkway. I was pressing a floor buzzer, hoping the woman (?) I was here to visit would let me in.
Two tall, wiry, Caribbean men (possibly with a lot of paint on their clothes) jostled in front of me and walked right in through the door, as if it had been unlocked all along. They left the door half-open. I could see them getting to work on some construction job. They might have looked at me every now and then, as if they wondered why I wasn't coming in. But I wasn't going to stay here if the woman wasn't here to let me in. Besides, I needed a quiet place to study.
I walked to a parking lot with a Starbucks. I thought the Starbucks would be a good place to study. But it didn't feel quite right. I felt like I should go to a different one, like I had made an appointment to meet someone at a different one. But it started raining, so I went into this one, anyway.
The Starbucks was big, but it had a pale, cheap feel to it, like a living room. I sat with a group of peple who all sat near or on a bed before a bookshelf. The bookshelf was about waist-high and backed against a short wall that stood before a dim, unlit kitchen.
My old friend R knelt before the bookshelf, looking at the books. There was one person in the group, a woman, perhaps slightly older than I, but very beautiful and very mature-looking, who seemed to be praising R for looking at the books. The books were used books that people had left here. You could either read the books as you had coffee or take the books home with you, either for free or at a very small cost.
Seeing how the woman had praised R, I knelt down to see what books there were. I wondered if I might take anything home with me. But I really didn't want any of the books. I felt like I had enough books already. I pulled out a handful of books that interested me. Two were, I found, science fiction reworkings of fairy tales.
One of the books was a sci-fi reworking of the Snow White story. It was called something like The Snow Princess Must Be Saved or We Must Save the Snow Princess. On the cover was a painting of Jupiter.
There may have been two Shakespeare play, one of which was Measure for Measure (though it may have kept changing into Love's Labours Lost and All's Well That Ends Well).
Another book was very interesting. It was very small at first, maybe one and a half inches by three-quarters of an inch. It might have changed a few times. At first it was like a manga. Then it was more like a young adult science fiction novel. I put headphones on to listen to the book. As I listened, I laughed to R about how I thought the book was one thing, but how it turned out to be another thing.
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