(Entered in paper journal at 7:30 AM at Starbucks on 57th Street and 7th Avenue in Manhattan.)
Dream 1
Two teenage boys were on a bus at night. One, the younger, was in the driver's seat. He said something to the older boy in the seat right behind him. The older boy said something like, "We should get going." The younger boy hunched over to his right, heaved a couple sobs, then straightened up and began driving the bus. The bus pulled down what looked like the main street of a small town. "I" saw it from about ten feet in the air.
"I" saw the boys one more time, like they were sitting in seats in the middle of the bus now. They imagined/saw themselves as older, though the people they saw were kids who didn't even look like them and were dressed in older people's clothes and wore fake beards.
One of the boys said something like, I guess it's a bit sooner than I'd like to go. But life is nothing more than a block of flats. I thought to myself, Block of flats? What's that supposed to mean? The phrase kept repeating in my head.
I was now looking at a cemetery on a hill down a side street from the main street. Down the center, there was green lawn. But on either side of the hill-dome were tall, shaggy thickets of phragmites. In the lawn were headstones of various heights.
I thought, Are these the flats the person (woman?) was talking about. But none of the headstones here are actually the flat ones. I took the meaning though, and for some reason knew I had to leave the town.
(Dream entry continued at 8 AM, at my job, apparently, according to the address I gave.)
The streets were full of zombies. Everybody, hopefully, on the bus was alive and were escaping the zombies. As long as you didn't touch the zombies you were fine. But if you touched them, they'd lure you in and attack you. I tried to stay out of their field of attention altogether.
I thought of a TV show where people were talking about some zombie movie where the zombies keep going to the malls. All these zombies were walking around like they were leading normal, dull lives. The only time they'd attack you is when you'd get into their attention. Some would veer toward me as I walked to the edge of town, like they wanted to be attracted into attacking. But they'd never get close.
As I got to the edge of town I thought to the boys again. I hoped neither of them would fall asleep on the bus because the zombies would also attack people who were asleep. In fact, I wondered if I wasn't actually in one of the boys' dreams as his physical body was being destroyed.
The edge of town faded into a vast lawn hillside. I moved smoothly, gliding down the hill (one or two trees, but otherwise just the vast ramp of lawn) as a zombie here or there would come up the slope, dressed up and with nice hair, as if heading to church.
But soon this view faded into a dim, scary, windowless corridor in an airport. I went down a gradual, white-tiled slope with strips of gritty traction. There were more zombies here. These ones were more drawn to me. The zombies mainly looked like 1970s-style businessmen and were in worse states of decay than any other zombies I'd seen yet. Some were hardly bodies These ones would rush at me to surprise me or pop out of doors and try to grab me and scare me.
With these ones I had to keep calm. If I let them scare me they would overcome me and eat my brains. In fact, with one of these guys, if I saw them starting to rush at me to scare me, I'd rush at them and touch them on the shoulder or arm to show myself I didn't have anything to be afraid of.
Slowly the airport changed into a hospital, so slowly I wondered if it hadn't always been a hospital. The zombies were less offensive again. But now they knew I was here, and while they went slowly about their business they stared at me.
I could see the hallway's end: a white wall. I kept waiting for a fade-out into some new place. A "nurse" zombie stood on the right side of the hallway, talking on a payphone. Either she or a male "doctor" zombie was hacksawing into a full-size tin of "ham," which was actually a human brain.
The "nurse" on the phone said things like, "Yes, we're trying to capture him right now, and we know he wants it. We're operating and we'll get it to him right away."
I now directly faced the wall. I felt zombies waiting to attack me, maybe even beginning their attack. But the fade to a new location wouldn't come.
Finally the nurse said to me, "We need you to take this to him. Will you take it?" I said yes.
I had the tin in my arms. It was simultaneously a brain, a huge chunk of ham, and some little crumbles of greay meat like well-done chorizo. I was taking it to a "live" man, not a zombie, who was the priest of a cult that was turning people into zombies. I thought there was something I could do to "catch" this man or stop him from eating at least this one brain.
I was now a woman, something like the wife of this priest. I walked through a maze-like "hallway" of wood frames and sheer curtains in golden light. I walked into an all-wood sanctuary, up onto the octagonal platform, on which there was a rectangular, narrow, two-foot-high altar.
I lay a tin on the altar.It was something fake, not the actual tin I had been given. Somehow when the priest ate this he would be compelled to confess his guilt, of which I could not yet be sure, and then he would be easier to defeat.
"I" (the woman) heard the priest call, "Is it ready yet?" "I" thought he was down the hallway. But now I saw him sitting in one of the wooden folding-chairs of the sanctuary. He had seen my movements. I was sure he knew I'd planted a decoy.
I walked to the priest. he sat at the very left edge. He was a thick, but maybe short, black man with golden- or yellow-irised eyes. He had a predatory look on his face, which "I" just took to be anger that he'd been betrayed.
I don't know where "I" was now, but "I" felt like "I" was being chased. There was a chance, I realized, that this priest wasn't alive at all but that he was a zombie and was just making himself up to look alive.
Now I "was him," though I still felt "my" (the woman's) fear of being chased. "I" (the priest) jumped out of the chair and onto the platform. The back "wall" was a huge, sheer curtain billowing in the breeze.
"I" called out a saying having to do with the power "I" had gained through "my" evil acts, and how "I" was still alive with them, as if the empty sanctuary were full of "my" disciples. Then "I" continued "my" momentum (?) and jumped through the curtain to an enormous tree at the top of a vast, grassy hill among vast, grassy hills.
"I" (the woman) was almost relieved. "I" knew that if the priest made it into the tree he would stay there for it was the symbol of ultimate attainment of power. But I (the priest) only jumped high enough to brush my fingers against the hedge-manicured underside of the canopy, the limbs and branches and leafs of which looked like those of a Zelkova tree. So, failing to reach the canopy, I flew back into the sanctuary.
I ran after the woman now, demanding to know why she ahd set a bad sacrifice before me. I was now watching both the woman and the priest, though I was still feeling the woman's emotions as if I were still a part of her or identifying with her. The woman was being shoved and thrust against the wall. Now she was naked. The priest threw her back and told her that she would have to sit naked suring the service.
The woman sat in a back row, a row of wooden chairs with very ornate cushions, while everybody else, a half-zombie crowd, sat in the very front rows. The woman (I still feeling her emotions) admired the artistry of the chairs, until it dawned on her that these chairs didn't exist.
The woman moaned in desperation. She knew she had been knocked out or hypnotized or caught asleep. While she had been asleep the priest manipulated her dream to seem very real. She was still in that dream, and her body was up on the altar.
The crowd of half-zombies looked back at the dream-woman and laughed. The woman's dream-body was in the physical sanctuary, and the woman knew it, even though she was mainly perceiving the dream.
She/I looked as intently as she/I could to the altar, to see what they were doing to the physical body. But what I saw was three women on a bed, wrestling with the woman, alternately trying to seduce her and beat her into unconsciousness or death with rolling pins. Some of the women were naked, some were not. There may have been blood. The crowd below laughed at the woman, like she had clumsily gotten herself into an embarrassing situation.
Meanwhile I/the priest stood at the back of the sanctuary. I looked down some steps into a basement, where I could see piles of meat. I called for something to be fetched from down there.
I/an old, nun-like woman, came from somewhere and told the priest, "We don't have any more water from the XXXXX containers." (Something like white plastic or white-coated cardboard.)
The priest said, "It's okay. Just use the water downstairs in the XXXXX containers." (Like cone-shaped paper cups of cardboard color, except as huge as barrels.) "Nobody can tell the difference, anyway.
I'm not sure if I/the nun or I/the pries actually said the container names. We may just have seen them through each other. When the priest mentioned the second type of container, I/the nun could actually taste the delicious, cold water.
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Tuesday, January 1, 2013
(12/21/08) L's sick mother; the land of mutated children
(Entered in paper journal at 12:08 PM at girlfriend H's apartment.)
Dream #1
I was inside an apartment. It was smallish, with grey carpet and pale lighting. It might have been early morning or late afternoon. I might have been all alone in the apartment.
My friend R's wife L walked in. Apparently the apartment belonged to R and L. I might have been in there, trying to get something while neither of them were there. But now L saw me. She went in and sat on her bed, which was (apparently) in the living room. The bed was all messy.
I asked L how she was doing. She seemed very mellow, almost depressed. She said she was fine. I asked her how her mom and dad were doing. She said, "Oh, my mom..."
I saw a picture in my head of a cartoon dad and mom at the very top of a greyish-green screen.
The mom popped out of the picture. I understood that this meant that L's mom was having health problems, or maybe that she had cancer.
I had to leave. L didn't want me to go, but, as bad as I felt for L's mom, I didn't want to have or start anymore contact with L or R.
I walked out the door. I wore both my shoes, but my right foot was also wrapped in a brown, plastic bag. I walked down a long, grey-painted, wooden stairway to a small parking lot/road that was bordered by a slightly wooded area. I knew R would be coming around soon. I wanted to be gone before he got here so I wouldn't have to see him. I may have walked another road.
Dream #2
I got onto a small airplane. The seats of the plane were arranged like a bus. The pilots got in. They sat in a seating area like bus drivers might sit in.
The plane began speeding up. The light outside was greyish like on a cloudy day. We coated past a landscape of full, green trees.
As the plane began taking off, I looked to my right, i.e. toward the front of the plane. The light outside was deep blue, like late afternoon, almost night. I saw through the pilots' windows. I thought, I've never been in a plane where you could actually see through the pilots' windows like this!
We passed through two sets of trees, which were arranged on either side of us like gates. We would scrape against the trees as we passed them. The trees may have been half-barren, not full. The horizon was a band of pale purple.
It was now daytime. The pilot was talking to some passengers in the front row as if he were a bus driver. I looked around. We were flying barely above street level, above a highway, following the highway's source. Then the plane was actually driving along on the highway. Finally, the plane had transformed into a regular bus, driving along the highway.
I thought, Well, maybe this is just for the first leg of our trip. I remembered having taken a bus once from Newark Airport to Allentown, Pennsylvania. I thought, Well, once we get to our next place we can take an actual airplane.
I was now skateboarding down the highway. The highway had a weird appearance, like it was smaller or cleaner than usual. The day was warm and bright. There was also a feeling along the highway like it was passing under bridges or just within range of barriers or enclosures, though there were grass slopes on either side of the road all the time. There were no cars. Instead there were kids, maybe teenagers, playing all through the street.
I tried to keep off to the left shoulder of the road. The shoulder was lined with tan bricks. My skateboard kept moving without any effort from me: I was going down a slope the whole way.
I was trying to avoid the kids because I didn't want to interrupt their fun, but also because I didn't want them to think I was a kid, too, and have them start bothering me. But eventually some kids did start to notice me. I skated over to the right shoulder of the road in hopes of avoiding them. But they followed me.
I got off my skateboard. I walked up onto the grass slope. Here, too, were kids in small groups, like picnic groups, playing here and there under the wide shade of the sparse trees.
I reached the top of the slope. The space was empty of trees, completely open to the clear, blue sky. All around me I saw rolling hills of grass, with small groups of kids playing everywhere.
I was being followed again by a group of kids who walked with a zombie-like slowness and will-lessness. I tried to avoid the kids. I walked to my right, toward a rocky cliff. Three zombie children cornered me at the cliff. They all looked like average, slightly troublemaking, white teenage boys. One wore a brown t-shirt.
I knew if I jumped off the cliff I'd die. I hadn't been afraid of the kids before: I just didn't want to be bothered by them. So I figured there was no use being afraid now. I might as well just see what they were planning to do.
But the kids didn't reach me. They may have stopped. The head of one of the zombie kids suddenly re-shaped. It puffed out into a grotesque circle, like out of a Garbage Pail Kids card. The kid seemed to be doing this in order to make me afraid. But I still wasn't afraid. Another kid expanded his head so that it grew a leg and an arm, both of which had a gross, rubbery appearance. I was trying to figure out what kind of disease these children had that was making their bodies do this.
I was now in a house or an apartment. This place may have been underground. The place was only half-lit, as if a few random lights in unseen rooms were throwing into the main room the only light the room had. The place was sparsely furnished but seemed cluttered nonetheless. There was a lot of activity, maybe from a lot of children running around. The place seemed more like a mental hospital than an apartment or house or even a school building.
At first I was floating, as if I were coming down a stairway and into the main room. I tried not to attract anybody's attention. I thought if anybody saw me and tried to connect with me, they'd give me whatever disease they had.
I floated through the main room (over an air-hockey table?) and into a very small, lit hallway. A couple kids ran out of a doorway to my left. As they ran past me they mutated themselves. One added limbs to his head the way the other had done. Another added bubbling lumps, two or three times the size of his actual head, to the back of his skull. A little girl came out and mutated her head so that it looked like a short body attached to a tall body at the neck, with the tall body in a pink dress and the short body in a blue dress.
Finally a woman came out of the room. She looked like Daryl Hannah's Pris character in the movie Blade Runner. She was very sexy and sleek. She wore a black and white striped tights costume and had spiky, pale blonde, almost white, hair. She herself was a mutation. But she was known as the "mother" of all these children. She had hypnotized them to be mischievous. But she was like a role model to them, so even if they weren't hypnotized, they probably would still be mischievous, if that was how she told them to be.
The woman touched me. I knew that since she touched me, I, too, would probably also start acting mischievously.
Dream #1
I was inside an apartment. It was smallish, with grey carpet and pale lighting. It might have been early morning or late afternoon. I might have been all alone in the apartment.
My friend R's wife L walked in. Apparently the apartment belonged to R and L. I might have been in there, trying to get something while neither of them were there. But now L saw me. She went in and sat on her bed, which was (apparently) in the living room. The bed was all messy.
I asked L how she was doing. She seemed very mellow, almost depressed. She said she was fine. I asked her how her mom and dad were doing. She said, "Oh, my mom..."
I saw a picture in my head of a cartoon dad and mom at the very top of a greyish-green screen.
The mom popped out of the picture. I understood that this meant that L's mom was having health problems, or maybe that she had cancer.
I had to leave. L didn't want me to go, but, as bad as I felt for L's mom, I didn't want to have or start anymore contact with L or R.
I walked out the door. I wore both my shoes, but my right foot was also wrapped in a brown, plastic bag. I walked down a long, grey-painted, wooden stairway to a small parking lot/road that was bordered by a slightly wooded area. I knew R would be coming around soon. I wanted to be gone before he got here so I wouldn't have to see him. I may have walked another road.
Dream #2
I got onto a small airplane. The seats of the plane were arranged like a bus. The pilots got in. They sat in a seating area like bus drivers might sit in.
The plane began speeding up. The light outside was greyish like on a cloudy day. We coated past a landscape of full, green trees.
As the plane began taking off, I looked to my right, i.e. toward the front of the plane. The light outside was deep blue, like late afternoon, almost night. I saw through the pilots' windows. I thought, I've never been in a plane where you could actually see through the pilots' windows like this!
We passed through two sets of trees, which were arranged on either side of us like gates. We would scrape against the trees as we passed them. The trees may have been half-barren, not full. The horizon was a band of pale purple.
It was now daytime. The pilot was talking to some passengers in the front row as if he were a bus driver. I looked around. We were flying barely above street level, above a highway, following the highway's source. Then the plane was actually driving along on the highway. Finally, the plane had transformed into a regular bus, driving along the highway.
I thought, Well, maybe this is just for the first leg of our trip. I remembered having taken a bus once from Newark Airport to Allentown, Pennsylvania. I thought, Well, once we get to our next place we can take an actual airplane.
I was now skateboarding down the highway. The highway had a weird appearance, like it was smaller or cleaner than usual. The day was warm and bright. There was also a feeling along the highway like it was passing under bridges or just within range of barriers or enclosures, though there were grass slopes on either side of the road all the time. There were no cars. Instead there were kids, maybe teenagers, playing all through the street.
I tried to keep off to the left shoulder of the road. The shoulder was lined with tan bricks. My skateboard kept moving without any effort from me: I was going down a slope the whole way.
I was trying to avoid the kids because I didn't want to interrupt their fun, but also because I didn't want them to think I was a kid, too, and have them start bothering me. But eventually some kids did start to notice me. I skated over to the right shoulder of the road in hopes of avoiding them. But they followed me.
I got off my skateboard. I walked up onto the grass slope. Here, too, were kids in small groups, like picnic groups, playing here and there under the wide shade of the sparse trees.
I reached the top of the slope. The space was empty of trees, completely open to the clear, blue sky. All around me I saw rolling hills of grass, with small groups of kids playing everywhere.
I was being followed again by a group of kids who walked with a zombie-like slowness and will-lessness. I tried to avoid the kids. I walked to my right, toward a rocky cliff. Three zombie children cornered me at the cliff. They all looked like average, slightly troublemaking, white teenage boys. One wore a brown t-shirt.
I knew if I jumped off the cliff I'd die. I hadn't been afraid of the kids before: I just didn't want to be bothered by them. So I figured there was no use being afraid now. I might as well just see what they were planning to do.
But the kids didn't reach me. They may have stopped. The head of one of the zombie kids suddenly re-shaped. It puffed out into a grotesque circle, like out of a Garbage Pail Kids card. The kid seemed to be doing this in order to make me afraid. But I still wasn't afraid. Another kid expanded his head so that it grew a leg and an arm, both of which had a gross, rubbery appearance. I was trying to figure out what kind of disease these children had that was making their bodies do this.
I was now in a house or an apartment. This place may have been underground. The place was only half-lit, as if a few random lights in unseen rooms were throwing into the main room the only light the room had. The place was sparsely furnished but seemed cluttered nonetheless. There was a lot of activity, maybe from a lot of children running around. The place seemed more like a mental hospital than an apartment or house or even a school building.
At first I was floating, as if I were coming down a stairway and into the main room. I tried not to attract anybody's attention. I thought if anybody saw me and tried to connect with me, they'd give me whatever disease they had.
I floated through the main room (over an air-hockey table?) and into a very small, lit hallway. A couple kids ran out of a doorway to my left. As they ran past me they mutated themselves. One added limbs to his head the way the other had done. Another added bubbling lumps, two or three times the size of his actual head, to the back of his skull. A little girl came out and mutated her head so that it looked like a short body attached to a tall body at the neck, with the tall body in a pink dress and the short body in a blue dress.
Finally a woman came out of the room. She looked like Daryl Hannah's Pris character in the movie Blade Runner. She was very sexy and sleek. She wore a black and white striped tights costume and had spiky, pale blonde, almost white, hair. She herself was a mutation. But she was known as the "mother" of all these children. She had hypnotized them to be mischievous. But she was like a role model to them, so even if they weren't hypnotized, they probably would still be mischievous, if that was how she told them to be.
The woman touched me. I knew that since she touched me, I, too, would probably also start acting mischievously.
Saturday, November 17, 2012
(5/29/09) garden sanctuary
(Entered in dream journal at 7:40 AM at Starbucks on 43rd Street and Third Avenue in Manhattan.)
Dream #1
I was in a large building like the New York Public Library's Schwarzman building. I was with a couple other guys, who may have looked, at some points in time, like Ancient Greek philosophers. We had been running from or attacking some evil entity or evil group of people, possibly like zombies.
At some point I got separated from the other men, possibly on purpose. I may now have been trying to find the men again.
I was in a weird area like an atrium in the center of four staircases. The area was like a garden, with patches of vegetation, soil, and pebble-paved paths. There was a skylight letting in grey-white light. The place had been sunk down at the bottom of the short staircases on which I was standing. The area was probably half a story below ground level. I'm not sure how I got down there -- jumping, floating, etc.
I ran through that garden and jumped over some waist-high, marble railing and into a balcony-like hallway, which was also set up like a garden. As I walked through these gardens I heard voices call for me. They were probably the voices of my friends. But I no longer trusted my friends. I thought that by now the zombies had gotten them, and that they were now just trying to lure me to them so that they could infect me, too.
I was now trying to figure out how to walk through this garden. The path wasn't set up in some places, so that I'd get my feet dirty in walking through this area. This was something I couldn't do. But possibly, as I walked forward, squares of pebbled pavement would appear under my feet, keeping my feet clean.
Dream #1
I was in a large building like the New York Public Library's Schwarzman building. I was with a couple other guys, who may have looked, at some points in time, like Ancient Greek philosophers. We had been running from or attacking some evil entity or evil group of people, possibly like zombies.
At some point I got separated from the other men, possibly on purpose. I may now have been trying to find the men again.
I was in a weird area like an atrium in the center of four staircases. The area was like a garden, with patches of vegetation, soil, and pebble-paved paths. There was a skylight letting in grey-white light. The place had been sunk down at the bottom of the short staircases on which I was standing. The area was probably half a story below ground level. I'm not sure how I got down there -- jumping, floating, etc.
I ran through that garden and jumped over some waist-high, marble railing and into a balcony-like hallway, which was also set up like a garden. As I walked through these gardens I heard voices call for me. They were probably the voices of my friends. But I no longer trusted my friends. I thought that by now the zombies had gotten them, and that they were now just trying to lure me to them so that they could infect me, too.
I was now trying to figure out how to walk through this garden. The path wasn't set up in some places, so that I'd get my feet dirty in walking through this area. This was something I couldn't do. But possibly, as I walked forward, squares of pebbled pavement would appear under my feet, keeping my feet clean.
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