strange dreams last.....

night, hard to understand, awoke feeling anxious, in the first, it is somewhat late at night, I am standing with two young people I don't know at Canal Street, a border, waiting for an express bus. The bus will take them to some isolated place in the Bronx, I don't want to go there, I realize that if I do, I will be isolated, instead I get off around 77th street somewhere on the east side, right before the bus goes deep into the Bronx. In dream 2, I am at a WBAI like station, singing the opening chorus from G and S's the Pirates of Penzance---it is being broadcast, I am all by myself with a pianist, and I am singing Samuel, the Pirate King's Lieutenant's solos in that first piece, a little embarassed that I am being allowed to do this, but aware that at my age I am still singing those segments which I know by heart, well.  So what do the dreams mean..? No idea, can't find many connections in images or words or whatever. First dream may relate to the discomfort I feel about my downstairs neighbor, a mysterious man who sends up smoke odors (at least I think he does) and does not answer the door bell or talk to people.Second dream seems odd, made me think of Steve Hannan, who did this role in Central Park in 1980, and whom I have met occasionally.Woke up feeling very strange, tried to put the dreams together, but could not.
Tonight, will go to Bushwick for Starr's party, sounds good, a lot to eat, and probably some good conversation with many from the downtown theater world who will be there.
Yesterday night, tired but went to Diner on 94th for tuna fish, wanted to watch baseball afterwards, found myself near Dive Bar on Amsterdam, a little cautious about coming in, but did and found a very friendly atmosphere, the two women next to me were teachers at Bronx Science (math) and were interested in my memories and stories about the school from when I was there. Had a good time talking to them, then it seems that the bartender's father had also gone to Bronx Science and still lives in the Bronx, had a nice talk with her, had to leave a little early because men's bathroom, which should be better for a bar like that, was stopped up. Gave Rebecca (the bartender) a nice tip, because she was so welcoming.
Not much else, "too much freedom", result of rejecting jury duty, still feel that I needed it, will report on Bushwick experience tomorrow.