March 9, 2004
I awoke with a particularly relaxing and pleasant dream in memory, but I think I’ll keep the more intimate details of this one private. But I will leave two anchors so that I’ll remember the details when I read this journal later in life:
Alpha muse snuggles.
“Light candles,” she suggested.
Anticipation.
Candlelit bedroom
Peaceful mattress-top murmurs.
Envious sisters.
March 10, 2004
In one of last night’s dreams, I was in the Wells Fargo bank on Sunset Boulevard near Vine Street. I had just completed a transaction with a teller and was walking toward the doors on the Sunset side when I noticed a fellow who looked a lot like Stanley Kubrick circa Eyes Wide Shut shuffling toward me. At first I thought he really was Stanley Kubrick, and I waved and said hello. Then I realized that this fellow was not actually Stanley Kubrick, and I suspected that he was a lookalike actor who had been sent into my environment as some sort of prank. So I asked him, “Are you from UCLA?” (My first instinct was that these hypothetical pranksters were affiliated with UCLA as either staff or students or both.) He said that he was not from UCLA. Note: I fell asleep immediately after tinkering with my “Haunting & Shining” essay.