(Entered in paper journal at 8:15 AM at Ozzie's cafe (not sure which) in Brooklyn.)
Dream #1
Some people called to a group of us who were in another room in an office floor. They said, "Come look how your boss BS is standing."
We went into the office, which was a huge, empty room. We looked out the window to tall, tall rooftops that nevertheless seemed to be about twenty stories below us. People who looked like BS stood on occasional rooftops. I couldn't figure out which one was the real BS. Eventually I did.
The atmosphere outside as orange with sunset. Inside it was a dimmer orange.
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Sunday, December 2, 2012
(3/21/09) roundup for a meeting; girlfriend on the bus
(Entered in paper journal at 9 AM at Starbucks on 17th Street and Broadway in Manhattan.)
Dream #1
I may have been in an office building. The place was dim, grey, emptyish, with stray clutter. I may have spoken with PD (one of the heads of the company I had recently been laid off from) or seen her as she passed by. I knew PD was holding a meeting for the department I worked in.
I walked to some place outside. It was like a street sidewalk that had a waist-high concrete barrier and chain link fence over the right side. My old boss BS and some of my co-workers stood out by the barrier. The co-workers all looked young, like people who would have been at about my level professionally. Stray office clutter lay around all of them.
I told BS, "If it's okay, I'm going to head over to PD's meeting at 12:15." BS sighed, like he supposed he and everybody with him should go, too.
As we all continued along the street to get to the office, I said that it was almost time for the meeting. BS smirked and said, "That is, if PD doesn't get arrested beforehand."
Dream #2
I was on a bus. It had a kind of nice, grey interior. There were some smart-looking people on the bus. There were seats open, but I stood. I stood near the front of the bus, on the right (not driver's) side, looking toward the back of the bus. At some point, I was surprised to see my girlfriend H sitting in the seat next to where I was standing. H was also surprised to see me.
The bus came to a stop. The stop stood in a beam of golden sunset light. The light filled the bus. The bus emptied out a little more. There were plenty of seats, but I still stood.
H stood up. She looked like she wanted to change seats, so she wouldn't be near me, but that she wanted to do it in a polite way. She walked a few rows away and sat in a seat on the left side of the bus. When she'd stood up, I'd noticed that she looked nicer than usual. She was a little skinnier and had a softer face. She wore a long-sleeved shirt with horizontal stripes of pink, blue, white, and possibly purple (and other colors?) and a long, blue khaki skirt.
All the seats were faced away from me, as if I were now at the back instead of the front of the bus, or as if all the seats were faced away from the front of the bus.
Dream #1
I may have been in an office building. The place was dim, grey, emptyish, with stray clutter. I may have spoken with PD (one of the heads of the company I had recently been laid off from) or seen her as she passed by. I knew PD was holding a meeting for the department I worked in.
I walked to some place outside. It was like a street sidewalk that had a waist-high concrete barrier and chain link fence over the right side. My old boss BS and some of my co-workers stood out by the barrier. The co-workers all looked young, like people who would have been at about my level professionally. Stray office clutter lay around all of them.
I told BS, "If it's okay, I'm going to head over to PD's meeting at 12:15." BS sighed, like he supposed he and everybody with him should go, too.
As we all continued along the street to get to the office, I said that it was almost time for the meeting. BS smirked and said, "That is, if PD doesn't get arrested beforehand."
Dream #2
I was on a bus. It had a kind of nice, grey interior. There were some smart-looking people on the bus. There were seats open, but I stood. I stood near the front of the bus, on the right (not driver's) side, looking toward the back of the bus. At some point, I was surprised to see my girlfriend H sitting in the seat next to where I was standing. H was also surprised to see me.
The bus came to a stop. The stop stood in a beam of golden sunset light. The light filled the bus. The bus emptied out a little more. There were plenty of seats, but I still stood.
H stood up. She looked like she wanted to change seats, so she wouldn't be near me, but that she wanted to do it in a polite way. She walked a few rows away and sat in a seat on the left side of the bus. When she'd stood up, I'd noticed that she looked nicer than usual. She was a little skinnier and had a softer face. She wore a long-sleeved shirt with horizontal stripes of pink, blue, white, and possibly purple (and other colors?) and a long, blue khaki skirt.
All the seats were faced away from me, as if I were now at the back instead of the front of the bus, or as if all the seats were faced away from the front of the bus.
Saturday, December 1, 2012
(3/26/09) exploring a childhood neighborhood
(Entered in paper journal at 9:05 AM at Starbucks at 43rd Street and Third Avenue in Manhattan.)
Dream #1
I walked away from one situation/location, possibly one that had involved my family. I was now walking down a road like the road bordering the south end of the small town in which I spent a fair portion of my early childhood and my later high school years.
It was a late afternoon in winter. The sky was pale grey-blue with a band of yellow on the horizon. The yards, sidewalk, and road were all covered in a sheet of snow that seemed even all the way across, maybe a couple inches deep, with a slightly icy crust on top. The sunset light was glowing brightly off all the snow.
I turned right, onto a side block. I was walking down the middle of the street, as if there were no worry of cars coming along. The light of the sky was a mixture of pinks, oranges, yellows, golds, and blues. The snow reflected the pinks and oranges and yellows of the horizon so that it seemed the sky blended directly into the snow.
At some point I realized something was weird about this situation. I didn't quite realize I was dreaming, but I knew I wasn't quite in a normal waking situation. I knew that I'd have to find something to remember, to "bring back" from this strange situation -- like one might bring back "evidence" from a vision, remote viewing session, or out of body experience.
I now recognized this block as being the block where my great grandmother lived. I wanted to find something here that I could come back later and verify. I knew that if I went into my great grandmother's house I could find something, which I could possibly verify later on. But there was a good chance I'd already have known about it. So going into my great grandmother's house wouldn't be very helpful.
I decided instead to go next door, into the house of my cousin B and his wife A. I'd never been in there before. So if I could find out a couple characteristics of their house and "bring them back" with me, I could verify later on that I'd been to this place.
I was kind of flying now. It was something like early morning. There wasn't any snow on the ground, though it was still apparently a winter day. The light was bluish grey. I had, before I'd started flying, been walking north, then east, in the bright snow. Now I was flying to the west.
I flew up to my cousins' house, which was white with blue trim. It seemed like the front screen door was closed, but like the actual front door was open. I went into the house, possibly walking straight through the closed screen door. I knew everybody was in the house, but that they were all still asleep.
I immediately noticed that the floor had all different colors of rugs on it. The rugs all seemed to be of a towel-like, terry cloth fabric, except one portion, which may have been regular carpet. One part of the floor was grey (this may have been the carpet), another part green, another part yellow, and another part red. I stood on the grey portion, in a tiny section of room slightly divided somehow from the rest of the living room.
I may also have seen, at some point, a little bird, like a chickadee, hopping around on the floor to my right.
Looking forward, I could see the living room open into the dining room, which itself may have opened into a room with big windows overlooking the backyard, some kind of common sun room. I told myself to remember the carpet: it was strange.
I then flew, just a couple feet off the floor, into the dining room. There was a large window, almost as wide as the wall, on my right. Near the window was a medium-sized, oval-shaped, wooden table with a couple chairs. The table was scattered with papers like mail.
I thought I'd go back outside. I wasn't really interested in this place. I thought I'd have more fun outside. At first I thought I should go back out the door. But I realized I could just fly through the window. I wasn't sure whether I could do it at first. But I decided to try.
I flew downward, at an angle, toward the window. The window was (now) covered with blinds. I may have flown through the window, then back into the house, then back out the window again. At one point I felt how the blinds "clung" to me a little -- how they almost seemed to clatter along with me as I flew outdoors. I flew over the yard, maybe seven or eight feet in the air, over a fence dividing two yards.
But now it was like I was flying over the yards of the house my family lived in during my last couple years of high school and the house next door to it. I had just flown out of the next door house.
In the yard of that house was some animal, maybe a bird or a dog or a bird that had then become a dog. The animal was either barking or chirping at me. If it was a dog, it was like a bulldog.
I was afraid to land. But I somehow felt like the only way I could continue my investigation was by landing.
Dream #1
I walked away from one situation/location, possibly one that had involved my family. I was now walking down a road like the road bordering the south end of the small town in which I spent a fair portion of my early childhood and my later high school years.
It was a late afternoon in winter. The sky was pale grey-blue with a band of yellow on the horizon. The yards, sidewalk, and road were all covered in a sheet of snow that seemed even all the way across, maybe a couple inches deep, with a slightly icy crust on top. The sunset light was glowing brightly off all the snow.
I turned right, onto a side block. I was walking down the middle of the street, as if there were no worry of cars coming along. The light of the sky was a mixture of pinks, oranges, yellows, golds, and blues. The snow reflected the pinks and oranges and yellows of the horizon so that it seemed the sky blended directly into the snow.
At some point I realized something was weird about this situation. I didn't quite realize I was dreaming, but I knew I wasn't quite in a normal waking situation. I knew that I'd have to find something to remember, to "bring back" from this strange situation -- like one might bring back "evidence" from a vision, remote viewing session, or out of body experience.
I now recognized this block as being the block where my great grandmother lived. I wanted to find something here that I could come back later and verify. I knew that if I went into my great grandmother's house I could find something, which I could possibly verify later on. But there was a good chance I'd already have known about it. So going into my great grandmother's house wouldn't be very helpful.
I decided instead to go next door, into the house of my cousin B and his wife A. I'd never been in there before. So if I could find out a couple characteristics of their house and "bring them back" with me, I could verify later on that I'd been to this place.
I was kind of flying now. It was something like early morning. There wasn't any snow on the ground, though it was still apparently a winter day. The light was bluish grey. I had, before I'd started flying, been walking north, then east, in the bright snow. Now I was flying to the west.
I flew up to my cousins' house, which was white with blue trim. It seemed like the front screen door was closed, but like the actual front door was open. I went into the house, possibly walking straight through the closed screen door. I knew everybody was in the house, but that they were all still asleep.
I immediately noticed that the floor had all different colors of rugs on it. The rugs all seemed to be of a towel-like, terry cloth fabric, except one portion, which may have been regular carpet. One part of the floor was grey (this may have been the carpet), another part green, another part yellow, and another part red. I stood on the grey portion, in a tiny section of room slightly divided somehow from the rest of the living room.
I may also have seen, at some point, a little bird, like a chickadee, hopping around on the floor to my right.
Looking forward, I could see the living room open into the dining room, which itself may have opened into a room with big windows overlooking the backyard, some kind of common sun room. I told myself to remember the carpet: it was strange.
I then flew, just a couple feet off the floor, into the dining room. There was a large window, almost as wide as the wall, on my right. Near the window was a medium-sized, oval-shaped, wooden table with a couple chairs. The table was scattered with papers like mail.
I thought I'd go back outside. I wasn't really interested in this place. I thought I'd have more fun outside. At first I thought I should go back out the door. But I realized I could just fly through the window. I wasn't sure whether I could do it at first. But I decided to try.
I flew downward, at an angle, toward the window. The window was (now) covered with blinds. I may have flown through the window, then back into the house, then back out the window again. At one point I felt how the blinds "clung" to me a little -- how they almost seemed to clatter along with me as I flew outdoors. I flew over the yard, maybe seven or eight feet in the air, over a fence dividing two yards.
But now it was like I was flying over the yards of the house my family lived in during my last couple years of high school and the house next door to it. I had just flown out of the next door house.
In the yard of that house was some animal, maybe a bird or a dog or a bird that had then become a dog. The animal was either barking or chirping at me. If it was a dog, it was like a bulldog.
I was afraid to land. But I somehow felt like the only way I could continue my investigation was by landing.
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