(4/1/05) don't feed the animals; kissing her thigh

(Entered in paper journal at 6 PM at Starbucks on 110th and Broadway in Morningside Heights.)

Dream 1

I saw an American Egret walking along a small, stone fence or barrier with occasional, small, tower-like posts on top.

The fence or barrier bordered an asphalt road and some round hillside, probably of grass. It was like I saw the egret while recording it and then reviewed the recording because the event shocked me so much. But all I remember now is the reviewed recording.

The egret walked up to the fence, stretched its neck out, and grabbed some white lump of food that looked like an enormous tablet.

This was inappropriate food. The egret walked along the fence to the right and then out of sight.

I continued recording, moving the view to the left, and, reaching another tower, I saw, just on its left side, as I turned around, a small (maybe six-inch-long) fish, which I may have called a shad. I stopped walking and did a close-up on the fish, getting more and more frustrated as I understood that it had left its natural food to eat synthetic food that wasn't even nutritional.

Dream 2

I was in a train station with a Latina woman. She sat in a chair that was something like a school desk. I was on my knees on her right side. She wore some kind of brown and tan, flower-print blouse and white jeans. I was playing some kind of flirting game with her, rather harmless. But then I bent over and kissed her thigh, which was apparently some extremely sexual act.

(5/24/05) next stop, ladies' lingerie

(The statement below is not a dream but was written in my dream journal as a kind of inspiration. Entered at 9:15 PM. No location info. But I'm guessing it was at home in Harlem. I'm also guessing the statement was written on May 23rd, before I slept and had my dreams, not May 24th, when my dreams would actually have been written down. But I'm really not sure.)

9:15 PM -- Although the writing of this will probably hinder me from dreaming tonight, I want to write down in the dream book that I will try next time I had a lucid dream to call out for a teacher or guide, whatever that may be.

(Entered in paper journal at 8:03 PM at home in Harlem.)

Dream 1

I got off a train or subway that led directly into a concourse in an airport. I passed an inspection gate and then realized I had left a couple important items at home. My flight left at either 4:00 or 4:11. I turned to look at the digital wall clock. It read 244 (244, I think, not 2:44!). I thought I might have time to take the subway back home and come back before my flight left.

I was on what now feels like an Amtrak train or an even bulkier, fancier train with a very dark, rich atmosphere to it. We passed along some dense obstructions to a view of a city street, not like New York City, a little more country like.

I caught a glimpse of some black man who shot a stare at me and scared me a little. So I opened my view fully at him in between the dense obstructions and rattled his mind a bit to make him look at me nervously. But when I succeeded I pulled back instantly and thought (did I think it?), No, don't make contact. You run the risk of letting bad spirits into your own body.

Now the view was black except one thin, horizontal strip about five-sixths of the way up my field of vision. A white burst of light zigzagging from right to left made the strip silvery like the crack of light between the lid and body of a copy machine.

I was still in the train, I think. It was early morning. We rode into the parking lot of a mall. My stop was somewhere around here. I thought of coming back to the mall in a few hours, as soon as it opened.

I looked up to the second floor of the mall, as if a few stores up their had their storefront window-walls and doors out on the sheer, inaccessible, white brick face instead of on an indoor balcony inside the mall. I saw a lingerie store. I wanted to go in. But I wondered, if the storefront was on the outside of the mall, how I'd get in without being seen by people I knew.

(9/26/08) crossing a train platform

(Entered in paper journal at 5:55 AM on Q-train from Brooklyn to Manhattan.)

Dream #1

It was daytime. I was on the platform of a subway station that was more like a train station platform, i.e. outdoors but covered, with light coming through on the front and back sides and possibly from small windows or openings high overhead. I was crossing a platform to get to a B- or D-train. Between me and the train was a wall or partition, with an opening that I could walk through.