8/17/05

Dream 1: I am traveling through the NJ neighborhood where I grew up. My mode of transportation is a seat-sized funnel. Placing my seat in the funnel and resting the tube on the ground, I am able to move throughout the town: the barber shop, the grocery, up and down familiar streets. As the dream progresses, the funnel's tube becomes worn and locomotion is more difficult. I realize that to move using the funnel, there must be a slight vibration between the tube and the ground. Uneven surfaces disrupt the vibrations and cause excessive wear on the tube. As the tube wears down, movement becomes more difficult.

Dream 2: I am in grade-school heading to the restroom to pee. When I open the restroom door, I see that the janitor is in the process of cleaning up. In this restroom, the commodes are just holes in the ground with lids on them. There are streaks of slimy goo running from most of the commodes toward the mop that the janitor is swishing back and forth across the tile floor. There are two unsoiled commodes at the back and, stepping over the messes, I make my way toward them. Reaching the commode, I begin relieving myself.

Another student comes up next to me to use the only other clean commode. He places his foot in front of my stream and I have to stop to keep from wetting him.

He is a short kid, not very good looking. He tells me that he is upset and that he is thinking of doing something like suicide. He doesn't call it suicide but I know that it is just as final. I explain to him that he is good looking and that whatever is troubling him will pass. He is reluctant to believe me at first but I keep providing him with all of the reasons that he is valuable and why his existence is so worthwhile.