yesterday evening, still haunts me---essentially the dream had me interacting with a middle aged man, someone I sort of knew, who lived in the east nineties. He has a very dull personality and seems uninterested in getting into an exciting mode. But here's the thing: he is (in the dream) an heir to the Oscar Hammerstein II fortune, so he has no financial problems, just lives on his money. Surprised that such a person would seem so defeated by life or live life so blandly. Other parts of the dream:
as a child, driving with Mr. Hammerstein and his son to pick up something at the Saint James theater, where the original King and I played; watching a play by a friend of my friend Sybil, and then being told by the friend after the performance that someone I had criticized was someone whom she had worked with on this production for three years. Finally last image, going into my apartment with a friend, only the apartment I am entering is 2E and 620 Thwaites Place, the apartment I was raised in!
Makes sense? Woke up feeling kind of barren, but after a session, and waiting for another, feel better now.
Last night, Anniversary party at South Fourth, had a good time, caught up with some people, ate a little too much, generally very glad that I went. Also I am reading an interesting group of short stories by a young writer named,Andrew Malan Milward. Only reading the first, but it is very interesting. Will see what happens with the others.
Tonight, no plans---maybe will finally catch up on one of the movies I wish to see, maybe Brooklyn (in Brooklyn..?) or Spotlight or one of the lesser known ones. Not much else to report as the day moves forward, more to come in the next few days...
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