a few excerpts from my dream journal
frenetic dreams it is difficult to leave them to get to the paper. the day is intrusive. the tonal environment of the night was caught in a value chamber where work itself, as an activity, was in question. this must be the leftover of me trying to figure out what work or how much work is right. i remember a long, male face. the atmosphere was active with a sense of measure and judgement. it was a scale with trays on either side.
nightmare. i am some kind of detective (?) because i have a role in solving events. there is a dead woman who has long toes that curl under in death. the toes are whitish and it is important that they curl under. i am trying to find the killers on the freeways but at the same time am scoping out ways to be in L.A. for the summer. my parents are proud. there is a convergent media class going on in 4b and the big doors conceal something. i am running down the hallway trying to get the lights on. the light grid conceals a man who knows something horrible, but i can't see him because he is behind the doors.
horses. paint horses with seal blue markings. whitish pinkish arabians with long manes. a dark bay, freshly washed and being led into a stable area. blue black sheen around his eyes. running, up and down roads, farther than i can run. there is food to pick up. a long, low, dark greay room with 1940's furnishings. through a door you can see a separate bungalow where someone was sleeping.
a circular drive in front of an apartment building. a car hits a white van with specialty lights. a collective "ooooo" goes up. the paramedics are already there. a girl with long black hair gets wheeled out on a gurney. she is holding the right side of her head.
i was on the delta queen. the boat had staircases everywhere that led directly into or through rooms where people were staying. i got onto the boat from somewhere else--the cruise had been going for some time--in one part of my dream i missed the boat and in another i was on it. when i first boarded i got on the back of the boat, an industrial entrance/dock with rubber cones and chains to step over. one of the entryways i came to had double staircases going up either side plantation-style but they were too high, like ladders. i climbed one and walked by sleeping people. there was a sleeping man but i didn't know there was anyone there until i saw a hand underneath the covers--a monstrous, frightening hand that might not have been attached to anything. i moved quickly past. i went to a huge suite with many double beds all around at different angles, in different corners. there was a grand staircase leading into the room and i asked out loud "can anyone really just come down that anytime?"
a big gathering. people staying at each other's houses in whatever beds were available. a little boy had almost drowned but he had no place to sleep in the end. i had a king-sized bed with green sheets and i offered the other side of the bed to the little boy but his father refused and went to call hotels, none of which had anything available. it was tense. the adults were disgusted. i went to sit in a vestibule by the entry door and as the adults streamed out one man leaned down and whispered to me "well isn't he homophobic..." his wife, with red hair, followed.

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