le ciel / el cielo
I had a dream last night that was full of running in and around old buildings and chasing after something and books and ladders and rooftops that were accessed through weird trap doors and sunshine and glass, lots of glass. I think it was supposed to be a representation of my head.
Laryngitis
Last night I dreamt that I had run out of job prospects, so I had to go work at a restaurant. It was a kindof subway/sandwich shop. They also served really good coffee. I remember I had to sweep the floors because it was still morning and there weren’t any customers yet. I also walked around outside and checked out some of the other subway/sandwich shops in the area, of which there happened to be many. I remember being greatly troubled because I didn’t have a uniform, so I made one for myself by putting on a brilliant white T-shirt.
A dream with two possible endings
I dreamt about —– last night. Hard to tell what this means. In the dream our families were living in this apt bldg/hotel next door to each other, or with each other. Which is which is hard to tell. There was little separation between the families. Flimsy partitions and openings. Door with holes in them. I think we were both having trouble with our schoolwork, first her then me. Except that we were still ourselves, too, and still married. We kissed a lot. A few times, at first, and then more. It felt like it should have been more. Except for this tremendous sense of wrongness about it, too. I don’t know where that comes from.
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In its fever you see the most perfectly impossible furniture: owls without heads turned into lamps; legless chairs; trees and alleys that go on to join roads and figures together. Bridges and outlets for Streetlamps, bumper-stickers, and all that shining bright sand. Beware of the snow. The snow sticks and sticks to you and there is no way to get it off. Not even if you dissolve your own skin.
When you leave you see a golden (wasp). And the wasp has its legs tucked under its wet beautiful wings and has just come out from a bush. So you know that it is a beautiful woman. And She’ll do anything. She has black eyes (and they are so wide and lustrous you think you should have to apologize for dreaming them). Sometimes it is a man. If it is a man it flies straight at you.
When you wake up there is no reason to wake up and nothing to wake up to, except the woman. You are the wasp and alone in the whole wide universe.
Hold that tiger…
Last night I dreamt that I was chasing a tiger. Or actually, the tiger was chasing me. Or it was about to, but I had a gun and I was going to kill it.
Ehh. Can you kill a tiger with a 20 gauge shotgun shooting birdshot? Probably not. This disturbed me greatly in my dream. Perhaps if I shot him in the gut, or perhaps say directly in the eyeball? But then I would have to wait for that fucking tiger to get pretty close to me. I was envious of the boy with the deer rifle. And the man with the sawed-off bazooka that looked liked it could put a serious dent in some tiger.
Then I dreamt that I was going to be in a movie directed by Sydney Pollack, and I had all sorts of advice for him to listen to. Criticism really. His movies used to be so much better! I enjoyed the shag carpet in his guest-room though.
Mmm, that is the sort of dreams that I have been having lately.