I’ve decided to keep my journal next to my bed to record my dreams. Some have been so potent and (briefly) unforgettable. I find them fascinating, some lucid, some confusing, some obvious, but all interesting.

I hope you find them as interesting as I do.

12/30/2012

I’m in a place that is recurring- a very large, filthy public restroom. There are many rows of stalls and the whole place is flooded. One stall is nice (it’s red and painted and tiled inside). The door won’t work so everyone in the room tries to watch me as I pee. I have to block the door with my foot to prevent this. I slip and fall and slide under to the next stall, landing in a puddle of piss.

I get into a taxi cab to get back to work. This is post-Sandy, moving back from the hotel to the renovated office. The cabbie gets lost and I hope he doesn’t charge me full fare. He drops off another girl in front of a building with a giant open storefront window. She goes in and sets up a large trade show booth (I can see from the outside).

At the office I have to shift all of my desk things because I don’t care for my new shadowy corner. A new employee walks though and I forget his name.

Outside is a suburban neighborhood. There are triplet babies crawling around. Their mother comes running when they get too close to the street. They are tiny babies, but one of the triplets stands and speaks as an adult. A parade float drives by and we all laugh in amusement. On the float was an ancient Roman or Greek. We laugh, but realize that there is nothing funny about any of it.