(9/16/06) the volcanic oxygen of love; even if you were kidding, you deserved it; the lawnmower boyfriend; an empty office in the cards

(Entered in paper journal at 8:57 AM at Ozzie's coffee shop on Garfield and 5th Avenue in Brooklyn.)

Dream 1

A group of people were chosen to deal with something like a volcano. Although each person was chosen for a different task, everybody in the group was chosen because they were of the highest level of intelligence.

Each person had been sent into their separate locations around the volcano to perform their separate missions. But all of them or almost all of them were close to the point of death now, having delved deep into the workings of the volcano without actually making it function.

I saw a man in a tall but ragged office building which was next to and a little skewed from a similar building. I also saw a woman in Army fatigues in a very small cave that was lit red. With both of them (three, possibly -- the woman may have had a man with her) it was like the oxygen was depleting, suffocating them.

The people weren't trying to make the volcano work to "bring back oxygen" in their spaces. Their goal was something else. But their having gotten so far into the workings of the volcano "tripped" something antagonistic that was now killing them by suffocation. They had not done all they had needed to do, and they were only seconds from losing consciousness, so they simply relaxed and resigned themselves to death.

Then out of nowhere the volcano erupted. It was more like a geyser. It was just a blast of water from flat, boggy, salty ground. Steam and mist wafted and billowed violently over the land.

And suddenly oxygen filled the areas. The woman, who may have been cradling the man (boy) with her, looked back toward the exit of the cave. She breathed deeply.

The man in the office stood up. He looked out the window to the office next to him. A man and woman, both very strong and attractive, stood up and kissed each other.

I was now the man in the first office. I thought, This is finally all over; at last they can have their love.

Dream 2

There were a dog and a wolf in a field. The wolf was used by farmers (?) to keep wild animals (possibly even giraffes) in check But the wolf may have had a bad or abusive side. The way the wolf "disciplined" was to jump on the animals and bite their necks as if attacking them to eat them. But he would just rough them up until they stopped.

The dog wasn't doing anything bad, but the wolf decided to jump on the dog anyway. The dog was angry because he wasn't wild and shouldn't have been jumped on anyway. He lay down, which was the general animal sign of submission, but then rolled over and bit onto the wolf's throat.

The wolf and the dog wrestled quite a ways, mainly with both standing and the wolf trying to shake off the dog. When the wolf had finally shaken off the dog, though, the wolf's throat was completely gashed open. The wolf walked away to die -- it knew it was going to die. It had a meek, little smile on its face, as if to tell the dog, Couldn't you see I was just kidding?

I (watching all this from the hills) thought, Even if you were just kidding, you deserved it! You were abusing your power!

Dream 3

I was in a big but cheap looking, kind of modern living room with glass walls. It was night. There were a few people in the house, but in particular a young woman, who probably owned the house. I was there to be with her. She had just broken up with her boyfriend. She liked me, and I knew, though I didn't necessarily like.

I knew the woman's boyfriend also knew the woman liked me. He wanted to kill me and kill her because she liked me. I was going to stand up to him and tell him to leave her alone. But now he came at the house. He looked like me somehow, when I had long hair.

At a sprint the boyfriend pushed a lawnmower-like device through the window wall. He skirted all of us and ended up by a dining table, holding a knife out at us. He wasn't going to listen to reason. He wanted to kill.

Dream 4

I put a birthday card in my co-worker AS's office. The whole office space was cluttered and confused, full of dirty, white-green office light. After doing something, I came back to the office. Everybody was there now, whereas they hadn't been before.

I went into CJ's office, which was around a cluttered hall corner from AS's, and down a long hall from everybody else's office. I thought of AS and headed into her office, which was now empty (but dusty), dotted sparsely with a couple wires, a keyboard, etc.

AS walked out of the office. I tried to tell her happy birthday. But she just looked at me as if soemthing in the card (or the fact that I hadn't signed the card everybody else had signed?) had really offended her. AS had blonde hair, as opposed to her usual brunette hair color. I called after her, "I like your hairstyle change!" But she walked away without even pausing to acknowledge me.

I went back into CJ's office. CJ asked me, "Did you get the research done out there?" CJ had sent me out to an open field like at the Valles Caldera, near Los Alamos, New Mexico. I hadn't found out what he had wanted me to find out. But I told him what I had seen. CJ made an angry face but didn't say anything.

I drifted back in my vision to the valley, which was slightly obscured as if I were (thought I wasn't) standing behind a final corner or bend of a mountain. During this time I was trying to figure why the "lava" from the "volcano" I had witnessed a while back (as if my first dream were real) hadn't glopped over the ground and hardened into basalt.

Some image came into my mind of a gradual hardening of ash from the point of ejection in a circle outward. The ash would be invisible until it hardened.

(7/21/08) pompeii new york; vuitton or saint laurent?; bicycle arms

(Entered in paper journal at 6:15 AM on Q-train from Brooklyn into Manhattan.)

Dream #1

I was with a group of people, possibly scientists, looking over a river which ran through a range of hills. I don't know how we were there -- it was like we were disembodied, somehow.

Suddenly the view of everything went negative. In this negative view we saw lava flooding over the hills and through the river.

The view was normal again. The lava had quickly cooled, and the whole landscape was now a cinnamon-brown color, as if everything the lava had touched was itself now cooled lava. The Brooklyn Bridge was nearby. It, too, was cinnamon-brown. We flew over the bridge, as if we were in a helicopter.

Somebody mentioned that we were here to protect this area. Some people were trying to tear it all down. But we thought we needed to preserve it to show people what would happen if lava flowed through an area like this ever again.

Dream #2

I was out on a path in a foresty area. I knelt on the side of the path with a woman. The light was golden, dim, like it was late afternoon.

The woman (who may have looked like a young, thin version of my mother) was talking about how she didn't like herself or think she was beautiful since the man she loved had left her. Either I or another man may have told the woman how beautiful she was.

The woman and the other man were now walking back to a nearby wood building. The building was a school building. The woman was a teacher there. The man walking with the woman was the woman's new love interest. His name was XXXXX Saint Laurent. I followed the woman and man, but more like a camera, or a disembodied eye.

The woman said something like, "Thank you for giving me such confidence and making me feel beautiful."

The man was dressed very nicely. He looked like a businessman.

The woman opened the door. The two walked into the building. Right inside, in a small, dim hallway, stood the woman's old lover, whose name was Louis Vuitton. The man was taller than the other man, slightly better dressed, and altogether more elegant.

Louis Vuitton told the woman how he wanted her back and how he wanted to take the woman away from the "awful" life of a schoolteacher.

Vuitton saw Saint Laurent. My view was on Saint Laurent. I tried to convince myself that Saint Laurent was better for the woman than Vuitton. But I knew the woman would go with Vuitton, not Saint Laurent.

Dream #3

A young boy like my oldest cousin (who was, in waking life, my best friend through childhood) wanted to sneak into some special compartment on the subway. He and I -- I was also a young boy -- got onto the train.

The boy spoke to the conductor about his desire. The conductor told the boy he would give the boy an operation. The conductor would cut both the boy's arms off and give him detachable arms. That way the boy could just barely fit into the small, pipe-like space he desired to fit into. I could see that the boy's detachable arms would look like bike parts with bone sockets.

I couldn't see how the boy would get back out of the space without any help. I was pretty certain that once the conductor had helped the boy into the space he would never let him out. The conductor would just leave the boy there, out of either cruelty or forgetfulness.