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Thursday, January 29, 2004
Okay, one dream will make it on the BLOG, not in my dream journal. It's more important that I write it down than where, exactly.
I was at a restaurant with J, DR and DH.
I went into the men's room to take out my eyes. Not just my contacts, my whole eyeballs. I stood in front of the mirror and watched/felt myself pull them out, all huge and gooey, like hard-boiled eyes the size almost of tennis balls. My contacts were adhering to the eyeballs, wrinkly and precarious and blue-tinted. I pushed them with my finger to smooth them out flat and keep them centered over the cornea, a little worried about losing them.
Somehow, i could see just fine, with empty eye sockets.
I went back to the counter of the diner we were eating at (eyeballs in my coat pockets?). J and D's were looking at pastries behind glass under the counter, lucious pies and Napoleans. This was an old favorite hang out of ours from way back in SF or LA, like the Nautilus Diner. DR and J wanted to order something low-cholesteral, and I thought to myself I would come back later and order something really tasty.
JR and I were looking at cool map of a spit of land reaching out from Rudy's, parallel to the shore, in the Atlantic Ocean. It was a scetion of town that was connected to the mainland by rail tracks that ran along the narrow spit, water on both sides. Nightime, winter? Summer? A neat map, and it became a neat overhead view.
JR and I decided to walk along the tracks, on some mission, past Rudy's into the dream geography. We had flashlights? Waiting for trolly car to come by? It was fun.
I was at a restaurant with J, DR and DH.
I went into the men's room to take out my eyes. Not just my contacts, my whole eyeballs. I stood in front of the mirror and watched/felt myself pull them out, all huge and gooey, like hard-boiled eyes the size almost of tennis balls. My contacts were adhering to the eyeballs, wrinkly and precarious and blue-tinted. I pushed them with my finger to smooth them out flat and keep them centered over the cornea, a little worried about losing them.
Somehow, i could see just fine, with empty eye sockets.
I went back to the counter of the diner we were eating at (eyeballs in my coat pockets?). J and D's were looking at pastries behind glass under the counter, lucious pies and Napoleans. This was an old favorite hang out of ours from way back in SF or LA, like the Nautilus Diner. DR and J wanted to order something low-cholesteral, and I thought to myself I would come back later and order something really tasty.
JR and I were looking at cool map of a spit of land reaching out from Rudy's, parallel to the shore, in the Atlantic Ocean. It was a scetion of town that was connected to the mainland by rail tracks that ran along the narrow spit, water on both sides. Nightime, winter? Summer? A neat map, and it became a neat overhead view.
JR and I decided to walk along the tracks, on some mission, past Rudy's into the dream geography. We had flashlights? Waiting for trolly car to come by? It was fun.
