Wednesday, June 22, 2005

Porn and Plaster

DREAM ENTRY:

I am so behind in recording my dreams, but I'd better not get further behind, so I will just start from last night's.

I had a very odd dream about my upstairs neighbor. First of all, in waking state, these are THE LOUDEST NEIGHBORS we have ever lived under or near. We are convinced that they are building a bowling alley and practicing on it every day and night. They must wear lead boots when they walk, and for GOD'S SAKE, they cannot for the life of them NOT SLAM THEIR DOOR! Anyway,... had to get that out... Oh, and despite my mentioning to them that their pounding and slamming have actually caused plaster to fall from our walls and ceiling (and they continue to pound and slam), I am extremely pleasant to them when I see them. I would rather endure pounding and slamming than to endure an uncomfortable, hostile neighbor. They are new to New York and it seems that people who live or have lived in smaller places have not learned how to contain their own space among other people.

That's one of the keys to living in a metropolis: CONTAIN YOUR SPACE!! Never assume that anything beyond your body is YOURS. Everything beyond your body is SHARED. Get it? We have to walk, breathe, eat, and live together... and acting like it is ALL YOURS does not make for a happy and healthy environment.

Okay, so back to my dream:

Well, the guy from upstairs was in my dream. Why? Who knows... I will try to figure that out, but here's what happened. It seems I was on some soccer field or large grassy area for sports and it was rainy. Some event had happened, but now I can't remember what it was. I had anticipated paying for this event with my credit card. I stood in line and as I approached the window, I saw that it was my upstairs neighbor taking payments through the window. I pulled out my wallet to prepare to pay and I had no cash, but that was okay, since I was paying with my Credit Card. I went to pull out my credit card and it was all busted up. It was as if it had been worn thin from my ass pressing on it in my wallet for so long and it had actually been PRESSED into breaking up. It was paper-thin and crispy and broken up into about 5 pieces. It was my turn at the window and I said, "Oh my god, my credit card is all busted up." He said, "Then I will have to take cash." This was done along with all the pleasantries that would be normal for two people who recognize each other. I had said, "Ohhhh HIiiiii!" and he had been friendly. I said, "Well, I don't have any cash." I knew he could still "use" the credit card and was just being dificult or lazy because he couldn't just swipe the card anymore. I put the credit card into the cup that slid under the thick window and tried to lay it all into a way that it could be read; like putting a puzzle back together. He slid the card out and near him, pieced it together himself, and started typing in the numbers that would otherwise have been able to have been swiped. I told him, "Thank you." I noticed that because he had to go about using the card in a roundabout way, he was able to see all of the charges in the last month or so on my card. He started smirking and containing a slight snicker, so I leaned to an angle, discreetly, so I could see what he was seeing. Several charges on the card appeared to be for porn sites (which would NOT be the case in waking state, thank you)! I was so embarassed, but at the same time, I was like, SO WHAT. I was able to pay just fine and I thought I needed to call my credit card company to get a replacement ASAP. We said cordial goodbyes and I remember thinking he was going to comment on this when I saw him in our building. I sighed and walked out into the rain, deciding to use an umbrella, which I rarely do.

And that's that!

So now my very neighbor who has knocked plaster from our walls has somehow slithered into my dream and my bank account... hmmmm. Am I feeling vulnerable these days?

Any ideas?

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Let's see...maybe your dream means that someone who is not close to you, but in your life nonetheless, is judging you. You feel like you've exposed more to him than you meant to. He is in no position to judge (knowing that he's an inconsiderate and/or ignorant person). It's like you've exposed a broken part of yourself to him, a puzzle. You're giving him pieces that you're hoping he can make sense of, and he's just sitting there in judgement of something you've done, rather than seeing you. I don't know. Maybe it means you're horny, but have no means to buy more porn!

-Nick

CocteauBoy said...

That is actually a really cool interpretation. Very thought-provoking! Innnteressssting.