Monster House; Crappy Sorbet

2/7/10

In a dorm type of house. There's a huge house party going on. I keep trying to fix the lamps. The bulb flickers and dies. I reach down from the top to fix it. I realize that my friend, who is a beautiful girl, is actually some kind of monster. She's a few rooms away. I hurry to shut and lock the doors. The locks are the kind that are a metal lobe that you twist. They're loose in the rotted wood of the old door and I know they won't hold up. I start attacking people myself. I go up to one woman and tell her to get out or I'll bite her. I start to bite her face, her forehead and eyebrows. She struggles.

I'm at an ice cream parlor. I ask for vanilla with heath bars in it. The spunky counter girl gives me a cone with some creepy sorbet with huge chunks of rotting fruit in it. I protest and she says that the other kind was frozen yogurt and she was sure I wouldn't want it.

Sit In My Lap I Bite Your Face; I Prefer The Sketches

1/29/10

I'm at a camp or boarding house for girls. I sit in the spacious bathroom and a lecherous old man comes and sits in my lap. At first I'm angry but unembarassed. Then I bite him and topple him off.

I'm in a gallery, looking at series of sketches and paintings. Some are very detailed drawings and some are bold but sloppy paintings. I like the sketches best. I identify them as being by Nabakov.

Wow, my note-taking has become worse and worse. I remember the old guy and the drawings but not much action surrounding them. The drawing by Nabakov comes from visiting the Jane Austen exhibit at the Morgan Library, where there are two pages of notes by Nabakov for a lecture he used to give about Mansfield Park. He drew the barouche that the Bertrams took and even drew in where everyone was sitting. It was hasty and sloppy but kind of great.

Face Bite; Subway

12/25/09

At a crowded party. I talk to two guys in passing. One of them in a velveteen sweater follows me and says he's in love with me. I let him kiss me, but suddenly he bites my face. I shout indignantly and hit him until he retreats. I leave the party.

Subway almost nightmare. I get on in an area I recognize as Manhattan, even though it's not really. Lots of gray and elevated rather than underground. It's very crowded and I realize that I've missed my stop. I decide to stay on and let it loop, but it keeps taking me in unexpected directions. I want to go to Brooklyn, but it keeps taking me South until we're not even on the island anymore, just a metal cobweb over icy water and rubble.

I dreamed this two nights ago and didn't have a chance to write it down. I know there was something pleasant after the subway dream. When I was half awake, I told myself that I was re-dreaming the party dream and revising it. There were similar details and I think the outcome was happier, but I can't remember it vividly. I just remember the sweater guy who went from sweet to feral. He had glasses too. That part wasn't really a bad dream because I triumphed over someone who had publicly done me wrong. The subway dream was pretty anxious, though. I am usually pretty comfortably navigating the subway. I've had dreams of being lost in my home cities, and it usually features construction and highways.

Map; Books & Bubblegum; Dog Rescue!

12-23-09

I'm in an unfamiliar countryside. It reminds me of Covey Island and the landscapes I was reading about in Isak Dinesan. I can see a map of the town hanging up behind and sometimes shifting to the ground. The borders are changing constantly. It's tan and blue and green. A young man has a fiancee but he falls in love with a girl in one of the cottages named Pea (pronounced Pia).

I'm sleepy. To refresh myself, I pick up a soft white poodle and mush my face into the fur of its back.

A and A are waiting for me in a dilapidated college rec room. They're annoyed that they've had to wait so long. "Why didn't you call me or make plans?"
"We knew you'd be here eventually," they explain.

In an old house, but it's a dorm for a sort of summer camp. I'm in a room on the mezzanine. J and a friend of his I don't know also have a room. We have lots of adventures--going to the local fast food store and talking about sci fi, getting books and giving them to the thugette who lives in our building, and my cell phone breaks. I worry about the phone--how will I make plans? J's friend kisses me when I have a mouth full of bubblegum. Later, he and J give me a bundle of precious books from an old professor at my college. His signature is just a bundle of fresh pasta. Included in the package, almost as an afterthought, are four antique pens, made of a alabaster and melamine. They have names and short slogans on them. They're very beautiful and I'm delighted with them. The friend is worried about keeping our romance a secret. I explained that J once told me he had a crush on me but other than that I don't care one way or another.

Outside of the dorm, some kids are tormenting a chihuahua by feeding it too much sugar and caffeine. I tenderly lay the sleeping dog on a chair arm. The kids pour coffee into the dog's mouth and I flip out and attack the two fat girls who are ring leaders. I bite one on the stomach and then run. I make it back to the dorm with plenty of time.

There's a book on how to use modern appliances to stop dinosaur related annoyances.

This was my ideal kind of dream, with lots of lush detail, romance, and connected narratives. And a fight. Some of my favorite themes were present, books and old houses, and I really enjoyed the map part of the dream. I liked watching the romance of the young man and Pea unfold from a distance. I didn't have a physical presence in that part of the dream.

I often dream of dogs, although I've never had one and don't have regular contact with them. I see them every day in the dog park. I looked at some dream dictionaries under dogs and was not really satisfied. http://dreamhawk.com/animald2.htm#dog
The dogs in my dreams are usually happy and friendly. Sometimes I'm rescuing them. I don't buy that they're stand ins for my sexuality because I have pretty explicitly sexy dreams. I'm usually glad to see the dogs though.

I'm interested in the part of the dream where I worried about telling J that his friend liked me. I tend to date within an extended network of friends since I don't like dating strangers. This leads to awkward situations sometimes. This wasn't really resolved in the dream, although in real life J has been anything but awkward and in fact asks me about my love life. It's on my mind, though. Over the past week I've seen both members of a married couple who have set me up with chums. I've been out with three of their friends and both remarked, not unkindly, that they were running out of eligible men for me and I felt like a dork.

The images that struck me most and made me happiest from the dream were the map and the pens.