keep my dream journal

I’m keeping a hard copy from now on of all these. This will just list the synopsis of the successful nights.

2 last night:

Playing a very detailed RPG type video game with Bren and Sue. Notable items include moths.

At Bren and Sue’s reception later talking about having babysat Shana and Brent during the day, going to Wendy’s, eating buffalo wings. Later, Sue drives a UHaul badly and almost kills a cyclist.

Two dreams! Independent and almost complete!

14.2.1 I am sitting down to have some lunch or dinner with Frank at a restaurant in the (nonexistant) basement of the Garage at Harvard Sq. We sit down, i order a beer and he orders a soda or something, and he goes to use the bathroom. While he is gone i see about 6 people, men and women, run out of a door in the middle of the back wall, carrying coats and bags. As the door swings i think it is the kitchen in there. While i wait for Frank the waitress brings our drinks, and pokes her head in the kitchen, where one last cook is fighting some sort of grease fire. Through the semi-open door i see him not doing a very good job, as the fire has already spread past the stove. I think. At any rate, the waitress tells me to just leave.

I walk towards the men’s room, which is near the stairs to the main floor of the Garage. When Frank comes out i tell him we are leaving. He doesn’t believe me so he goes back in the main room where flames are holding the kitchen door open. We run upstairs.

Once there we sit at a table in the middle of the room and i grab his phone to call 911, but as i’m doing it a waitress from whatever (nonexistant) cafe is in charge of these tables takes the phone from my hand and tells me that no phones can be used inside. I try to tell her its a 911 call but she won’t give the phone back. I try to grab hers but she is too fast. I follow her back to her waitress stand and try to reason with her. Finally i grab her hands and wiggle them, saying “I’ve just bet you five hundred dollars that the downstairs really is on fire.”

She gets angry and storms over to the stairway down, where ashes and billowing smoke hit her in the face. NOW she believes me. THE END.

14.2.2 I am in my rented kitchen of an apartment i share with a friend who is sort of Erin-like, but a bit more Jennifer Aronson-like, with a little Su Jen and Julie Schulman thrown in. We are talking about the tiny, poorly organized kitchen and trying to move the table to make more room, and also to hide the tons of boxes stashed at the back of the room. She agrees to move the table so we can both use it, and i see a built-in bookshelf hidden behind the table’s old location.

While i am admiring the new kitchen arrangement, the back door to our porch opens and Minver and a foster kitty who i think is Ludo but could also be an amalgam of my mom’s current foster kitties escape, Ludo on Min’s back. I grab a bag and go after them. In the yard i see an old trap i’d forgotten about and pick it up to use it to get them back, but it is full of kittens! They are very bengal in markings, and there are at least 3, wedged in with tons of newspaper. I try to carry the cage with me, but it is falling apart and the kittens are panicking, so i try to get it back in the house. But Min and Ludo are running further away! So i try to carry the cage again, now seeing that deep inside is a feral mom who is trying to attack despite being tightly wedged in the cage. Yeesh.

So i put the cage into the bag and hope it doesn’t rip, and then i find Miniver and pick her up, then i approach Ludo, who is scared and puffed up to maximum levels, but he lets me get close to him. THE END.

Here are the bits i can recal:

12.2.1 Riding on an airplane, although it was also a raft on a river. Myself and another passenger were the last two aboard, and the plane was full, so we got pallets on the floor instead of seats. There was a pushy guy who tried to get on after us, but he had to be taken off. I flirt outrageously with another passenger. There were more disconnected bits but i can’t bring them back offhand. Boo.

13.2.1 Last nights’ dream: There was also a journey, perhaps on horseback? But the part i recal best is cleaning my teeth with a metal toothpick, seeing the action from a third person point of view, and cutting a vein that ran along the outside of a tooth, and bleeding. Yummy.

13.2.2 Remembered this one recently: I had taken the job at Biogen. At the end of my first day,which contained the usual amount of confusion and uncertainty, i was critiqued for everything i’d done wrong. The biggest thing was at the end of the day, when i was filtering something through Celite and was asked to join in some celebration for a birthday or something. I covered it with a watch glass, turned off the vacuum, and when i came back there was the Tribunal waiting for me, yelling at me for not putting the Celite in the waste before i left my hood since it was a much more dangerous category of waste at Biogen than i was accustomed to.

But i’m not stressed <:}

Day one i had some barely remembered fragments of something involving a war, maybe, and a teenage boy who was the prince or the heir or something. But little else.

And since then: Nada. I’ll try harder tonight.