4.15.00… 11:30 AM


I dreamt that I was arguing with a friend of mine from work, Dr. R., the tragic psychiatrist, about a drugstore opening in his neighborhood, the very chi-chi upper East-side of Manhattan. Dr. R. was upset because the drugstore was going to specialize in HIV meds, and he said the neighborhood was going to turn into a red light district (at this point the dream flashed on a drugstore with a red-light over it). I believe he said "there goes the neighborhood." I was very frustrated and tried to defend gays as being very rich and upper middle class (in the dream only white gay men had AIDS). I felt very oppressed and defensive. Then somehow I was talking with a female friend about the orthodox Jews and how if they saw a woman alone after dark, let alone a woman on a bicycle, they would stone her to death. Suddenly I found myself on a small mountain bike in a Jewish Orthodox part of town, and it was getting darker and I was wearing long flowing robes. Because they didn't believe in electricity (in the dream) there were no street lamps and the dark was getting very dark. I kept peddling around, trying to find my way out, and eventually I found a pier where it was daytime again and I had to hop in and out of low wooden boxes where everyone was sitting (it was a trick bike). Then some friends of mine-- friends in the dream at least, who seem to have come mainly from the cast of "Felicity", were climbing down to the beach but it was getting very harzardous. There was a beautiful blue cove beneath us but when we tried to climb down it was very steep, and sandy. Then I saw the first boy I kissed, Carleton, and he was all grown up and looked very oafish and stupid. He didn't recognize me and walked away. I didn't really want to talk to him.
One of my friends managed to get closer down the hill to the beach and she approached a raving black lion. I tried to stop her, telling her wild animals were dangerous, but she was petting him and he was fine. More black lions galloped towards us, and they turned into black Arabian stallions. They were vying to fuck a brown Arabian mare that had suddenly appeared and was hanging precariously on a piece of clear plastic suspended from the cliff we were on. I kept trying to get out of the way so the stallions couldn't hurt me in their fight; I climbed into a tunnel under the rock they were on, but the tunnel closed in and horse hooves came dangerously near. Then my kitten woke me up by licking my face.




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