Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 5/18/2021
By Fitful
I randomly stop buy the isles in the hardware section and a handsome guy is there. I buy some stuff and flirt and maybe buy too much. I take it home and forget about it but bump into him again later. He reminds me, seems really into the idea, of what I wanted to make. So I try and plan, there in that isle. I have two projects planned. The first falls apart....I'm using the materials like a puzzle trying to find what to make. I have a vague notion of a crib but its much too large for one - so large it won't fit into NY apartment. I try another, on paper. A tray - no a box. Like a display box - to show off me. Something my size so I can stand in it. It too falls apart. He asks why am i doing this. I tell him i want to take advantage of the creative energies i have building to create something.... Mindful of the fact I'm on my period, which in don't say but rub my stomach to remind myself. He recommends I find the why, why I want to make it, not just a cool idea. So I try and look for that...and finally in a short bright epiphany I realize I want to show my true self. So I come up with a drawing - that will have a written background story - of a machine that shows the insides of a person the inner mind/self/soul. Maybe in slides, so you see multiple - millions - of layers. The image is all in pastels...an amusing throw back because when I started it, the stuff I bought for the project included cute coveralls and other cute work clothes all in those same pastel colors. I even had the guilty thought I might only wanted to do the project as an excuse to dress up for it. ~ It somehow gets revealed to a friend - an ex who feels suspiciously like Laura - that I am looking for someone. To date or love. She's very excited and plans some heist with a red pen and her secretary in the office building we both work at. I get into her office - my friends- and to her computer. She's on some telepathic earpiece and directs me to break in. Then find the contacts list. I'm to get it and get out, someone there is my new paramour apparently. I write on a specific page in a notebook that my invisible friend/ex had the other copy too... Like instant messaging. And I have to write on the bottom third in yellow ink. Or red? Red at first maybe to connect us? Anyway I go to get the contact list and grab a digital copy, to peruse later. She's on this heist shitck and it seems I need to hurry before I'm caught. But she stops me and says I need to get each contact name individually, by hand, and listen to each song first. Its the only way to get to know them. The first contact is in the Cs. I realize this would take forever.. Each song is a minute long just to review...and there are so many contacts. But she waxes poetically about the first contact's song and loving it...it's some old fashioned thing. ~ Meanwhile outside there is a green green grass where a few men, people we know, are waiting. A few are waiting for each other, to figure out they like each other. Some dudes are waiting for me.. An Irish man is told to speak for an older man on the subject of me... Like a front piece.