Street fiasco and octopus river
Feb. 5th, 2023 02:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
boccaderlupoI dreamed I had recently taken up residence in a spacious new apartment: old prewar building in Manhattan with six or seven rooms, grey stone. The rooms were empty and resounded with street traffic. I had only a mattress on the floor and a lot of dirty clothes that needing washing.
Some fiasco was going on down on the street, so pedestrians were sheltering in place inside the apartment, crowding the halls and stairwells. I didn't know what the hubbub was all about, but had to wash my clothes using machines in the basement. So I was gingerly making my way through the shifting crowds, many of them talking on cell phones or hollering or otherwise bothered, me carrying a large basket of clothes, filled to overflowing and trying to be polite about it.
Somewhere halfway down I ran into my neighbor, who was an Asian American guy (my guess was Thai) with an extraordinary tan but wearing '90s goth-like clothes. He said he would help me navigate through the throng. "I look out for you, and you look out for me," he said, but I told him instead I would make him a lasagna or something.
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A dream from my wife, which I tell because it amuses me (her dreams have been something of late):
She dreamed she was near a river in a forest, across which was a deep wood. I was there with a fishing line, and began pulling it out. The fish that had gotten caught on there grew larger and larger as I drew the line out, until there were these vast dolphin-sized fish on the end. Beyond that, however, there were octopi, one after another—a weird find in a river.
"This is very important," some unseen observers told my wife. "Watch."
I continued to draw the line out, and the octopi got larger and larger, until finally at the end was a single small one that flopped on the ground next to my wife. She was grossed out by it, and it wriggled onto her foot, and then scampered off.
Some fiasco was going on down on the street, so pedestrians were sheltering in place inside the apartment, crowding the halls and stairwells. I didn't know what the hubbub was all about, but had to wash my clothes using machines in the basement. So I was gingerly making my way through the shifting crowds, many of them talking on cell phones or hollering or otherwise bothered, me carrying a large basket of clothes, filled to overflowing and trying to be polite about it.
Somewhere halfway down I ran into my neighbor, who was an Asian American guy (my guess was Thai) with an extraordinary tan but wearing '90s goth-like clothes. He said he would help me navigate through the throng. "I look out for you, and you look out for me," he said, but I told him instead I would make him a lasagna or something.
*
A dream from my wife, which I tell because it amuses me (her dreams have been something of late):
She dreamed she was near a river in a forest, across which was a deep wood. I was there with a fishing line, and began pulling it out. The fish that had gotten caught on there grew larger and larger as I drew the line out, until there were these vast dolphin-sized fish on the end. Beyond that, however, there were octopi, one after another—a weird find in a river.
"This is very important," some unseen observers told my wife. "Watch."
I continued to draw the line out, and the octopi got larger and larger, until finally at the end was a single small one that flopped on the ground next to my wife. She was grossed out by it, and it wriggled onto her foot, and then scampered off.
