2/26/10
I was going to be sent to an ordeal. There was a row of marionettes with hatchets in a row like the trees in a yew alley, all about to chop me. I knew I could get through. I admired the workmanship and the effect of seeing them all lined up like that.
I was in a big dormitory at college or summer camp. Girls sat in three seat bleachers instead of beds. My little cube was full of colored wool socks that I was trying to organize but I didn't have quite enough room.
Slogging through the snow. I had to get back to my house. Once there, I realized a jilted lover, Jay, was there to menace me. He wanted some proof that I shouldn't be with him or didn't love him. I kissed him fiercely, knowing that soon I would have to fight him. I distracted him so the other women in the house could get out. I mocked him.
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Friday, February 26, 2010
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Half-Built House Concert; Turn Table Map
2/18/10
Walking through a snowy town at night, poking my head into doors looking for a club. There's a big glass fronted house. The whole front is windows, and it looks like it's still under construction but really beautiful. Mishka's band is playing and there's music equipment all over, big looming amplifiers and coils of cable.
On the street there are piles of stuff and junk, like someone has moved and left things on the curb. I see an old record turn table covered with a plastic tarp. The tarp has a map on the top in a circle, of Scandanavia. There's also a motif of stylized ducks on it.
I'm having sex with a creepy old man who won't use a condom so I get up and yell at him.
Walking through a snowy town at night, poking my head into doors looking for a club. There's a big glass fronted house. The whole front is windows, and it looks like it's still under construction but really beautiful. Mishka's band is playing and there's music equipment all over, big looming amplifiers and coils of cable.
On the street there are piles of stuff and junk, like someone has moved and left things on the curb. I see an old record turn table covered with a plastic tarp. The tarp has a map on the top in a circle, of Scandanavia. There's also a motif of stylized ducks on it.
I'm having sex with a creepy old man who won't use a condom so I get up and yell at him.
Monday, February 8, 2010
Apartment; Lost; Sweater
2/8/10
I'm looking at a new apartment. It's enormous. It's in a part of the city I don't know, but I know it's Manhattan. It's furnished like a suburban house, with lots of rooms stuffed with crap and biig soft beds with quilts. I make an offer for it immediately and the old land lady sighs and wonders how anyone could afford it. I'm suddenly freaked out and ask for the price. It's $700 a month. I'm worried about her terrible poverty.
I go out into the city and get confused on the subway.
Will is over and we're making love. In between positions he keeps wanting to talk about sweaters. I'm laughing but exasperated.
I'm looking at a new apartment. It's enormous. It's in a part of the city I don't know, but I know it's Manhattan. It's furnished like a suburban house, with lots of rooms stuffed with crap and biig soft beds with quilts. I make an offer for it immediately and the old land lady sighs and wonders how anyone could afford it. I'm suddenly freaked out and ask for the price. It's $700 a month. I'm worried about her terrible poverty.
I go out into the city and get confused on the subway.
Will is over and we're making love. In between positions he keeps wanting to talk about sweaters. I'm laughing but exasperated.
Sunday, February 7, 2010
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.
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.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Warehouse; Band; Gang; Art
2/4/10
I have a friend visiting--C or S? Some old girl friend. We go through pretty suburban streets to breakfast and a flea market. We get a wooden chair and start to carry it back.
There's a building like a big brick warehouse. A band is playing inside. They're loud and dressed in Black, like The Giraffes. I kiss 3, a friendly hello, I'm very glad to see him. I make fun of his crazy shirt.
The band is great. I can make out all the distinct parts, mostly drums and guitar. The drummer is playing a kit but also a hand held drum shaped like a circle, of transluscent plastic. It makes a beautiful hollow, staccato sound. The young drummer guy is very serious and chastizes the rest of the band for getting off count.
I'm one of a gang of kids. I skateboard across the road at night. I'm going very fast and it's so exciting. I'm proud of how fast I move around the town. Some old lady almost hits me with her slow moving car but I don't care.
At my brother's house and with my father's side of the family. I say something kind of rude to my beloved aunt M. We're all praising the art work of my 3 year old niece. I look for something to prove she's really quite precocious. I find a painting of the brick building across the way. She's drawn everything, the smoke stacks and little trees growing out of the gutter, and all the grafatti painted on the bricks. I can't believe the detail.
I have a friend visiting--C or S? Some old girl friend. We go through pretty suburban streets to breakfast and a flea market. We get a wooden chair and start to carry it back.
There's a building like a big brick warehouse. A band is playing inside. They're loud and dressed in Black, like The Giraffes. I kiss 3, a friendly hello, I'm very glad to see him. I make fun of his crazy shirt.
The band is great. I can make out all the distinct parts, mostly drums and guitar. The drummer is playing a kit but also a hand held drum shaped like a circle, of transluscent plastic. It makes a beautiful hollow, staccato sound. The young drummer guy is very serious and chastizes the rest of the band for getting off count.
I'm one of a gang of kids. I skateboard across the road at night. I'm going very fast and it's so exciting. I'm proud of how fast I move around the town. Some old lady almost hits me with her slow moving car but I don't care.
At my brother's house and with my father's side of the family. I say something kind of rude to my beloved aunt M. We're all praising the art work of my 3 year old niece. I look for something to prove she's really quite precocious. I find a painting of the brick building across the way. She's drawn everything, the smoke stacks and little trees growing out of the gutter, and all the grafatti painted on the bricks. I can't believe the detail.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Halloween; Air Guitar; Bird Rescue; Kiss
1/19/10
A Halloween party at Ben S's suburban home. I dress as a mouse with large red plastic buck teeth. At a table we gossip about a friend who is pregnant and planning to marry her long time loutish boyfriend. She goes around hanging wedding invitations like hotel Please do not Disturb signs on the doorknobs.
I'm at SLC to do a college interview. I look at the paper I received and see that I'm supposed to go see my cousin J who is a professor here. I go to the science building and there's a small crowd to get on the escalator. Some young boys are singing oldies and I ask them if they were listening to the radio. We talk about how we like CCR and play air guitar on the escalator. I get off at the third floor when i see my cousin's name on the sign.
He's not expecting me. He's speaking to his girlfriend on the stairs and complaining about being hungover. I call down and tell him he's lucky his first interview of the day is me. He comes up cheerfully. His office is also his bedroom. I'm there with his girlfriend and some guy, all talking about the school. I say I should have gone for on campus housing but I love my apartment too much. I talk about a beloved dorm room, that was so tiny I had to fold up my futon to get my desk chair out, but had french windows and a balcony.
I live in a big gothic suburban house with Ben S and my cousin. We order pizza. Ben and I rescue a bird made of twigs. Its disguise shifts and we see a tiny white bird like a parakeet. I catch it deftly in my hands and it squirms feebly. I'm sadly reminded of my bird, Wesley. I hold it carefully but it looks like the feathers are coming off its head. We put it down in a pachysandra and immediately think it's a mistake. There are dangerous animals all around. The vegetation retreats or whithers and it's just a patch of dirt where the bird should show up. We can't see it. We've lost our chance to save it.
Walking back to the house, I run into O and he asks for a kiss. We have a sad, sweet kiss and go inside.
A Halloween party at Ben S's suburban home. I dress as a mouse with large red plastic buck teeth. At a table we gossip about a friend who is pregnant and planning to marry her long time loutish boyfriend. She goes around hanging wedding invitations like hotel Please do not Disturb signs on the doorknobs.
I'm at SLC to do a college interview. I look at the paper I received and see that I'm supposed to go see my cousin J who is a professor here. I go to the science building and there's a small crowd to get on the escalator. Some young boys are singing oldies and I ask them if they were listening to the radio. We talk about how we like CCR and play air guitar on the escalator. I get off at the third floor when i see my cousin's name on the sign.
He's not expecting me. He's speaking to his girlfriend on the stairs and complaining about being hungover. I call down and tell him he's lucky his first interview of the day is me. He comes up cheerfully. His office is also his bedroom. I'm there with his girlfriend and some guy, all talking about the school. I say I should have gone for on campus housing but I love my apartment too much. I talk about a beloved dorm room, that was so tiny I had to fold up my futon to get my desk chair out, but had french windows and a balcony.
I live in a big gothic suburban house with Ben S and my cousin. We order pizza. Ben and I rescue a bird made of twigs. Its disguise shifts and we see a tiny white bird like a parakeet. I catch it deftly in my hands and it squirms feebly. I'm sadly reminded of my bird, Wesley. I hold it carefully but it looks like the feathers are coming off its head. We put it down in a pachysandra and immediately think it's a mistake. There are dangerous animals all around. The vegetation retreats or whithers and it's just a patch of dirt where the bird should show up. We can't see it. We've lost our chance to save it.
Walking back to the house, I run into O and he asks for a kiss. We have a sad, sweet kiss and go inside.
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Chinese Class; Vampire House: Train: Costume Party
1/9/10
Chinese class. I'm sitting around a big table. Our Chinese teacher is actually Italian. I haven't studied and I don't know what section I'm supposed to be in. The teacher hands out pages from instruction manuals and magazines. We're supposed to look at pictures and the articles and tell stories about them in Chinese. I do a fumbling job. My article is about a country singer. I can remember how to say "She likes eggs" but I can't remember how to say "music". I see that my Chinese hostess mother is overwhelmed with big colorful rubber bands and I offer to take some back. She's delighted.
I'm in a big, stately house with garden elements, like the mezannine is a garden. There are zombies or vampires everywhere. It's supposed to be kind of humorous. We bury our Homer Simpsonesque dad. We brush the dirt back from his face so he can still talk to us and his long lips poke out above ground. I fight monsters off with a wooden flute or something. I wear a metal eye patch. Someone comes up with a plan to blow us all up when he becomes a vampire. To prepare for this, I collect some little wooden toys--like a rooster watch and a puppet of an animal playing the drums. I go to my room and offer to share it with another Vampire woman.
I'm trying to flee town on a train. I jump off the platform at the last minute and grab it. Then I realize I don't have a ticket or any money. The conductor comes by and I have to prove my identity. We stop at another station and I scramble to try to get a ticket but the train is leaving again. This time I have to outrun it and leap on. Other hobos are impressed. The conductor, who is the doorman Willy from my office, stands around boredly while I produce ticket stubs with mangled versions of my name on them. Finally he says my driver's license will do, so I show him that. He tells me the ball of brown yarn I have in my bag is dangerous.
It's a village wide festival of costumes. I walk past people dressed elaborately. There's a guy dancing in the river and I yell at him to keep dancing. I get to an old but pretty factory where a guy has set up a huge juice factory. Old machines are squeezing citrus and the juice rushes into a porcelain tank. He's also making opaque but beautiful juice out of pears. His role is as juice gangster.
What a beautiful, elaborate, exciting dream. The most fun was outrunning the train and jumping on it. The Chinese class was both a little anxious and a little fun. When I woke up I was pleased at myself for remembering so much Chinese even in my dream. The costume party was so fun and comradely. The juice factory was beautiful. I couldn't wait to drink the delicious juice.
A couple of things: I seem to dream an awful lot about putting on costumes or plays. It's interesting that when I was looking for someway to prove who I was, I couldn't find anything with my name on it correctly. There were a lot of botched variations.
Chinese class. I'm sitting around a big table. Our Chinese teacher is actually Italian. I haven't studied and I don't know what section I'm supposed to be in. The teacher hands out pages from instruction manuals and magazines. We're supposed to look at pictures and the articles and tell stories about them in Chinese. I do a fumbling job. My article is about a country singer. I can remember how to say "She likes eggs" but I can't remember how to say "music". I see that my Chinese hostess mother is overwhelmed with big colorful rubber bands and I offer to take some back. She's delighted.
I'm in a big, stately house with garden elements, like the mezannine is a garden. There are zombies or vampires everywhere. It's supposed to be kind of humorous. We bury our Homer Simpsonesque dad. We brush the dirt back from his face so he can still talk to us and his long lips poke out above ground. I fight monsters off with a wooden flute or something. I wear a metal eye patch. Someone comes up with a plan to blow us all up when he becomes a vampire. To prepare for this, I collect some little wooden toys--like a rooster watch and a puppet of an animal playing the drums. I go to my room and offer to share it with another Vampire woman.
I'm trying to flee town on a train. I jump off the platform at the last minute and grab it. Then I realize I don't have a ticket or any money. The conductor comes by and I have to prove my identity. We stop at another station and I scramble to try to get a ticket but the train is leaving again. This time I have to outrun it and leap on. Other hobos are impressed. The conductor, who is the doorman Willy from my office, stands around boredly while I produce ticket stubs with mangled versions of my name on them. Finally he says my driver's license will do, so I show him that. He tells me the ball of brown yarn I have in my bag is dangerous.
It's a village wide festival of costumes. I walk past people dressed elaborately. There's a guy dancing in the river and I yell at him to keep dancing. I get to an old but pretty factory where a guy has set up a huge juice factory. Old machines are squeezing citrus and the juice rushes into a porcelain tank. He's also making opaque but beautiful juice out of pears. His role is as juice gangster.
What a beautiful, elaborate, exciting dream. The most fun was outrunning the train and jumping on it. The Chinese class was both a little anxious and a little fun. When I woke up I was pleased at myself for remembering so much Chinese even in my dream. The costume party was so fun and comradely. The juice factory was beautiful. I couldn't wait to drink the delicious juice.
A couple of things: I seem to dream an awful lot about putting on costumes or plays. It's interesting that when I was looking for someway to prove who I was, I couldn't find anything with my name on it correctly. There were a lot of botched variations.
No I Will Not Hang Out With You; Bug House; Censorship
1/7/10
I get into a van in a gravel parking lot
Going to the movies with my brother and my loathed ex, JM. JM is scruffy and pimpled. We go to lunch after and my brother discreetly finds another seat so I'm alone with JM who wants to spend more time with me.
Maybe the movie but then I'm in it--John Flansberg from TMBG is in a dangerous construction site. An old house all crushed in with pieces of broken timber poking out. I gingerly follow in. I soon realize that each little fallen in room is also full of huge, hairy, neon colored venomous insects. They are glossy and wet-looking too. I watch an ant-like creature the size of my hand slowly scramble out from other a piece of debris. I'm hesitant to cross the room at first but then I remember I've brought my toad. I take the toad out and he eats a path of insects for me so i can go through the room.
Putting on a play with kids about their ancestors. Someone goes through the library and picks out all the racist books. I'm sitting there, pulling up my shiny blue socks and drunk. I say that while racism is terrible, I'm against censorship.
I'm making furniture in an old house. There's a primitive iron chandelier and old carpets on the floor.
Video game of bowling or driving--the point seems to be knocking down things that look like long skinny traffic cones.
Okay, what the hell is going on with the first dream of the night being about getting into a van? That's always the part I remember least. But I've had three dreams this week about running away or traveling and two of them start with getting into a van in an empty outdoor lot.
Again with the young black kids putting on skits.
I loved the part of the dream with the toad. I was looking at the insects, thinking hey, normally I don't have a problem with bugs but these are gross, and then remembering the toad at the last minute. I was really pleased with myself for being prepared and very fond of my toad.
I get into a van in a gravel parking lot
Going to the movies with my brother and my loathed ex, JM. JM is scruffy and pimpled. We go to lunch after and my brother discreetly finds another seat so I'm alone with JM who wants to spend more time with me.
Maybe the movie but then I'm in it--John Flansberg from TMBG is in a dangerous construction site. An old house all crushed in with pieces of broken timber poking out. I gingerly follow in. I soon realize that each little fallen in room is also full of huge, hairy, neon colored venomous insects. They are glossy and wet-looking too. I watch an ant-like creature the size of my hand slowly scramble out from other a piece of debris. I'm hesitant to cross the room at first but then I remember I've brought my toad. I take the toad out and he eats a path of insects for me so i can go through the room.
Putting on a play with kids about their ancestors. Someone goes through the library and picks out all the racist books. I'm sitting there, pulling up my shiny blue socks and drunk. I say that while racism is terrible, I'm against censorship.
I'm making furniture in an old house. There's a primitive iron chandelier and old carpets on the floor.
Video game of bowling or driving--the point seems to be knocking down things that look like long skinny traffic cones.
Okay, what the hell is going on with the first dream of the night being about getting into a van? That's always the part I remember least. But I've had three dreams this week about running away or traveling and two of them start with getting into a van in an empty outdoor lot.
Again with the young black kids putting on skits.
I loved the part of the dream with the toad. I was looking at the insects, thinking hey, normally I don't have a problem with bugs but these are gross, and then remembering the toad at the last minute. I was really pleased with myself for being prepared and very fond of my toad.
Friday, January 1, 2010
Oh Dear; Hot Shower
1/1/10
My friends open up my little duffel suitcase and find it full of dildos. They are appalled and I have to run away. I can't believe my life is ruined over something so stupid.
My lip is chapped and as I worry at the skin it splits open. There's a seed-like pellet of sebum there and I try to pull it out. I make an appointment to see a doctor for it.
I'm the mom of two young girls and my husband is the Robert Downey Jr version of Iron Man. I pick the girls up from school and meet my husband at home where he's still asleep. I climb into bed with him and he rubs against my ass until he comes.
I go to take a shower and a bunch of other people around the house pop by. I'm more annoyed than embarrassed and mollified when one of them compliments my lush pubic hair.
What the fuck? This was a very fucked up dream. The first half was very anxious--I think having to do with spilling a secret recently, although not dildo related.
The second half was very hot. I think again echoes of watching Sherlock Holmes and the new Iron Man 2 trailer four billion times.
My friends open up my little duffel suitcase and find it full of dildos. They are appalled and I have to run away. I can't believe my life is ruined over something so stupid.
My lip is chapped and as I worry at the skin it splits open. There's a seed-like pellet of sebum there and I try to pull it out. I make an appointment to see a doctor for it.
I'm the mom of two young girls and my husband is the Robert Downey Jr version of Iron Man. I pick the girls up from school and meet my husband at home where he's still asleep. I climb into bed with him and he rubs against my ass until he comes.
I go to take a shower and a bunch of other people around the house pop by. I'm more annoyed than embarrassed and mollified when one of them compliments my lush pubic hair.
What the fuck? This was a very fucked up dream. The first half was very anxious--I think having to do with spilling a secret recently, although not dildo related.
The second half was very hot. I think again echoes of watching Sherlock Holmes and the new Iron Man 2 trailer four billion times.
Thursday, December 31, 2009
My Family Goes To The Races; Tea Shop Catastrophes
12/29/09
The first half of the night all I got was the word "diverticulitis" which is from reading the very stupid Millroy The Magician by Paul Theroux before bed. Stick to travel writing, Paul.
My grandmother B, my aunt T, and my grandmother's farm manager J all came to visit New York for a racing event. They were staying at Columbus Circle. I hurried down from work to meet them. They're in a rented house surrounded by flowering catalpa trees. I see J, who is very dressed up in a red shirt and purple jacket. I wait at the house with my brother S while everyone else goes to gamble. My mother comes back giddy with triumph at winning. She's holding a bouquet and someone hands her another little one full of peonies. She takes them and puts the stems down the front of her shirt and arranges the blossoms so they make sort of a collar around her neck.
S shows me the game they were playing. It's like a pinball machine. Anthropomorphic greyhound characters bowl through a maze. It looks stupid and I'm scornful.
My cousin is there and throws a tantrum as he's being put to bed. We're all mortified.
We go to Aqueduct on a bus. I look at a map that shows Brooklyn connects to the south of Manhattan and Aqueduct is right at the top of Brooklyn, marked in a big yellow triangle. The bus is taking forever and J is getting nervous. T suggests that we charter the bus and go straight there but the bus driver is scornful. Again, we're all mortified.
On my way home, I stop by a coffee shop for a music show and wave at the friendly scruffy male baristas. I make friends with them and they say they'll bring me tea. One of them hands me a tea bag. It's like a little flat sponge that you toss into the water and it expands. When it touches my hand it starts growing and the feeling of movement surprises me and I scream. They reassure me. I feel close to them and they say that both of their parents are dying. I feel awful and don't know what to do. I hold both of their hands. They look at me like, big help.
A pest control advertisement. A cartoon of bedbugs being driven to smaller and smaller chambers in between layers of wood until the fat queen is crushed. It's gross.
This was a very good dream, all the parts interconnected. I even saw the bedbug ad on television in one of the places in the dream.
I liked the artificial map and game. I'm pretty pleased with my brain for coming up with that.
The emotional temperature of the dream was mostly anxious and weirded out but with an appreciation for all the beautiful things I was seeing. J did in fact come visit a few weeks ago and stayed at a hotel in Columbus Circle. We went and saw Wicked and talked about racing at Belmont. My grandmother doesn't actually raise racing horses and I've never been to a race. I think the reason my dream was set at Aqueduct (we didn't actually get there) was I was talking to 3 who is a racing fan and he had recently been there. I don't have a big craving to go see racing.
I think the anxiety from the dream centers around my aunt. She's a difficult person to be around.
I suspect the coffee house dream comes from my anxiety about having too many male friends in general, and wondering especially if 3 has anything like the interest I have in him. The coffee house itself was very beautiful. I loved the sponge tea bag. That was a neat detail.
The first half of the night all I got was the word "diverticulitis" which is from reading the very stupid Millroy The Magician by Paul Theroux before bed. Stick to travel writing, Paul.
My grandmother B, my aunt T, and my grandmother's farm manager J all came to visit New York for a racing event. They were staying at Columbus Circle. I hurried down from work to meet them. They're in a rented house surrounded by flowering catalpa trees. I see J, who is very dressed up in a red shirt and purple jacket. I wait at the house with my brother S while everyone else goes to gamble. My mother comes back giddy with triumph at winning. She's holding a bouquet and someone hands her another little one full of peonies. She takes them and puts the stems down the front of her shirt and arranges the blossoms so they make sort of a collar around her neck.
S shows me the game they were playing. It's like a pinball machine. Anthropomorphic greyhound characters bowl through a maze. It looks stupid and I'm scornful.
My cousin is there and throws a tantrum as he's being put to bed. We're all mortified.
We go to Aqueduct on a bus. I look at a map that shows Brooklyn connects to the south of Manhattan and Aqueduct is right at the top of Brooklyn, marked in a big yellow triangle. The bus is taking forever and J is getting nervous. T suggests that we charter the bus and go straight there but the bus driver is scornful. Again, we're all mortified.
On my way home, I stop by a coffee shop for a music show and wave at the friendly scruffy male baristas. I make friends with them and they say they'll bring me tea. One of them hands me a tea bag. It's like a little flat sponge that you toss into the water and it expands. When it touches my hand it starts growing and the feeling of movement surprises me and I scream. They reassure me. I feel close to them and they say that both of their parents are dying. I feel awful and don't know what to do. I hold both of their hands. They look at me like, big help.
A pest control advertisement. A cartoon of bedbugs being driven to smaller and smaller chambers in between layers of wood until the fat queen is crushed. It's gross.
This was a very good dream, all the parts interconnected. I even saw the bedbug ad on television in one of the places in the dream.
I liked the artificial map and game. I'm pretty pleased with my brain for coming up with that.
The emotional temperature of the dream was mostly anxious and weirded out but with an appreciation for all the beautiful things I was seeing. J did in fact come visit a few weeks ago and stayed at a hotel in Columbus Circle. We went and saw Wicked and talked about racing at Belmont. My grandmother doesn't actually raise racing horses and I've never been to a race. I think the reason my dream was set at Aqueduct (we didn't actually get there) was I was talking to 3 who is a racing fan and he had recently been there. I don't have a big craving to go see racing.
I think the anxiety from the dream centers around my aunt. She's a difficult person to be around.
I suspect the coffee house dream comes from my anxiety about having too many male friends in general, and wondering especially if 3 has anything like the interest I have in him. The coffee house itself was very beautiful. I loved the sponge tea bag. That was a neat detail.
Dinner Theater Murder; Lost At Morehouse; Leaves
12/31/09
Murder mystery dinner theater. Everyone thought it was this middle aged guy Sterling but it turned out to be his elderly lady friend. I felt proud for staying friends with Sterling even though everyone was accusing him.
We took a rental place near the theater for the show. A family normally lived there and we could see all their stuff around, like pictures from fishing trips and the marks on the doorframe to measure kids' heights. Standing in the hallway by the measurements there was a big mirror. I stood in front of the mirror and raised up on my toes to make myself taller. This increased my height by four feet until my head was brushing the ceiling. I felt smug.
Going to a japanese restaurant with young friends. Someone upset a dish of barbecued eel and I helped clean up the sauce.
Lost with my mom. We were reading a novel set at Morehouse college and we were trying to find someone's house (the character? the author) using the book. We stumbled into a building that we thought might be a college building but turned out to be a private house full of fancy furnishings and knick knacks. On our way out we argued about the best way to find ourselves. I wanted to use my phone and Kristie wanted to use a topographical map. We ran into a little man and stopped him for directions. He was very indignant and said that was his house. I felt he was being stupid and could lock it if he cared. I yelled back that I had eaten his roasted chicken too.
We found remarkable autumn leaves. Two of them stuck together and when they separated the image of one is imprinted on the other. They are rosy pink.
I'm missing the final section of this dream. I have just a vague impression of office setting and very nice neckties.
I really liked the part of the dream where I could stretch up on my feet and be enormously tall.
Murder mystery dinner theater. Everyone thought it was this middle aged guy Sterling but it turned out to be his elderly lady friend. I felt proud for staying friends with Sterling even though everyone was accusing him.
We took a rental place near the theater for the show. A family normally lived there and we could see all their stuff around, like pictures from fishing trips and the marks on the doorframe to measure kids' heights. Standing in the hallway by the measurements there was a big mirror. I stood in front of the mirror and raised up on my toes to make myself taller. This increased my height by four feet until my head was brushing the ceiling. I felt smug.
Going to a japanese restaurant with young friends. Someone upset a dish of barbecued eel and I helped clean up the sauce.
Lost with my mom. We were reading a novel set at Morehouse college and we were trying to find someone's house (the character? the author) using the book. We stumbled into a building that we thought might be a college building but turned out to be a private house full of fancy furnishings and knick knacks. On our way out we argued about the best way to find ourselves. I wanted to use my phone and Kristie wanted to use a topographical map. We ran into a little man and stopped him for directions. He was very indignant and said that was his house. I felt he was being stupid and could lock it if he cared. I yelled back that I had eaten his roasted chicken too.
We found remarkable autumn leaves. Two of them stuck together and when they separated the image of one is imprinted on the other. They are rosy pink.
I'm missing the final section of this dream. I have just a vague impression of office setting and very nice neckties.
I really liked the part of the dream where I could stretch up on my feet and be enormously tall.
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
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.
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.
Monday, December 21, 2009
Reluctant Students; Stacking Saints; Book Show
12/18/09
Troubled by a possible problem at work, I had a lousy night's sleep.
I was trying to teach writing to some indifferent teenagers. I got a very nice edition of a book and gave it to an especially recalcitrant student. It had a beautiful photograph on the cover and gilt edges. She was skeptical and I later found she and another student were planning to sell their books.
I was in a church-like space, and there was a building block type puzzle made of little figurines of a Saint. They stacked like Legos or Linkin Logs, with fitting parts. They were made of dark wood and were very beautiful. They could be built into a tiny cathedral. One monk was sick or possessed and he broke the glass in a dusty diorama of saints eating. He flailed, breaking a fragile wooden bench, and I threw a blanket over him to subdue him.
I was having a book talk on television with M about a YA novel I'm working on at work. The show's house band is a bunch of surly women with lots of heavy make-up. I recognize 3's old band.
I'm beginning to notice that I dream a lot about spaces with dark wood, and especially pieces of fragile furniture made of dark wood. My own room is furnished with light wood and while the pieces are small they're pretty solid. The theme of books is also strong. Especially when I dream of M, who is a woman I would like to befriend.
This was a very visually beautiful dream but I spent most of it quite anxious, maybe reflecting my actual mood. The snafu at work was actually worked out without a wrinkle.
Troubled by a possible problem at work, I had a lousy night's sleep.
I was trying to teach writing to some indifferent teenagers. I got a very nice edition of a book and gave it to an especially recalcitrant student. It had a beautiful photograph on the cover and gilt edges. She was skeptical and I later found she and another student were planning to sell their books.
I was in a church-like space, and there was a building block type puzzle made of little figurines of a Saint. They stacked like Legos or Linkin Logs, with fitting parts. They were made of dark wood and were very beautiful. They could be built into a tiny cathedral. One monk was sick or possessed and he broke the glass in a dusty diorama of saints eating. He flailed, breaking a fragile wooden bench, and I threw a blanket over him to subdue him.
I was having a book talk on television with M about a YA novel I'm working on at work. The show's house band is a bunch of surly women with lots of heavy make-up. I recognize 3's old band.
I'm beginning to notice that I dream a lot about spaces with dark wood, and especially pieces of fragile furniture made of dark wood. My own room is furnished with light wood and while the pieces are small they're pretty solid. The theme of books is also strong. Especially when I dream of M, who is a woman I would like to befriend.
This was a very visually beautiful dream but I spent most of it quite anxious, maybe reflecting my actual mood. The snafu at work was actually worked out without a wrinkle.
H's New Acting Career; Towels; Nap Victory
H. wondered if she should quit her job acting in a sopa opera and take a more fulfilling role, but she was worried if she could go back if it flopped. I offered her a place to crash. I was the landlady of a big rambling house.
I was doing laundry and forgot to put money in the dryer. The towels came out just cold at first, but then a little damp and finally sopping wet as I realized my mistake.
While visiting my brother and sister in law, S&E, I took a nap. The bed is surrounded by pictures of my niece, Little S. My stepmother L came to wake me gently. I didn't want to get up so she climbed in bed with me.
In the kitchen in Virginia, S, my stepfather T and I are eating something rich and delicious--chestnuts? Truffles?
Parkling lot? Road Trip?
H. is my old college roommate. She actually is an actress and she herself is the landlady (or super?) of a building her folks own.
Lots of step parents in this sequence. My parents were both remarried by the time I was ten and I get along with S and T quite well.
I remember the sections with the towels and then napping the best. The towel dream was exasperating but beautifully detailed. My towels were very realistic. I recently bought white and blue towels and the colors are still very bright and I'm kind of proud of them. The nap dream was superb. I was in a cozy cave of a room in a small child's bed and my stepmother, who can be a little bossy, was very sweet and gentle in the dream and I was pleased I could get her to cave and take a nap too rather than make me get up.
I was doing laundry and forgot to put money in the dryer. The towels came out just cold at first, but then a little damp and finally sopping wet as I realized my mistake.
While visiting my brother and sister in law, S&E, I took a nap. The bed is surrounded by pictures of my niece, Little S. My stepmother L came to wake me gently. I didn't want to get up so she climbed in bed with me.
In the kitchen in Virginia, S, my stepfather T and I are eating something rich and delicious--chestnuts? Truffles?
Parkling lot? Road Trip?
H. is my old college roommate. She actually is an actress and she herself is the landlady (or super?) of a building her folks own.
Lots of step parents in this sequence. My parents were both remarried by the time I was ten and I get along with S and T quite well.
I remember the sections with the towels and then napping the best. The towel dream was exasperating but beautifully detailed. My towels were very realistic. I recently bought white and blue towels and the colors are still very bright and I'm kind of proud of them. The nap dream was superb. I was in a cozy cave of a room in a small child's bed and my stepmother, who can be a little bossy, was very sweet and gentle in the dream and I was pleased I could get her to cave and take a nap too rather than make me get up.
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Ice Cream Parlor; Trees; Mezzanine
I was visiting a fancy ice cream parlor. Or at least it had once been fancy. There were pretty girls working there wearing uniforms but they were bored and a little snarky. But they got excited when I explained how much I like ice cream and they served me something called "The Maggie" with brownies, balls of ice cream and crepes to wrap it all in. It was bedecked with flags.
There was an old man who felt selfish for having too many trees. He had eighteen saplings. I laughed and told him that it's not too many trees.
Connected to a dream about my mother in an arboretum? In the summer we often visit the Flagstaff Arboretum.
A running contest was staged around the mezzanine of an old hotel. There's a big crowd of people but I'm doing pretty well. I stop to help a young Asian woman who is lost. She resembles a high school friend of mine, Keimei. We lost touch when we graduated. I think she went to Smith and went into an arranged Unificationist marriage.
Dinner party with my college friend Jen, Stephanie and Rachel. We talk about children.
Helping a thuggish young woman move.
The marching band takes the field!
Looking back on this dream, I see a lot of images of things falling apart and doing badly, and helping. Mostly in the dream I help young women. Lots of lavish detail about places and buildings. The old hotel was lovely. Dark wood and sumptuous rugs on the stairs.
I wrote down the dream as soon as I woke up, but now, almost a week later, I can't actually remember the last few episodes, the dinner party, the move and the band. The rest are still vivid, especially the hotel race.
There was an old man who felt selfish for having too many trees. He had eighteen saplings. I laughed and told him that it's not too many trees.
Connected to a dream about my mother in an arboretum? In the summer we often visit the Flagstaff Arboretum.
A running contest was staged around the mezzanine of an old hotel. There's a big crowd of people but I'm doing pretty well. I stop to help a young Asian woman who is lost. She resembles a high school friend of mine, Keimei. We lost touch when we graduated. I think she went to Smith and went into an arranged Unificationist marriage.
Dinner party with my college friend Jen, Stephanie and Rachel. We talk about children.
Helping a thuggish young woman move.
The marching band takes the field!
Looking back on this dream, I see a lot of images of things falling apart and doing badly, and helping. Mostly in the dream I help young women. Lots of lavish detail about places and buildings. The old hotel was lovely. Dark wood and sumptuous rugs on the stairs.
I wrote down the dream as soon as I woke up, but now, almost a week later, I can't actually remember the last few episodes, the dinner party, the move and the band. The rest are still vivid, especially the hotel race.
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