stomach better.....

pretty quiet night, stomach wise--slept well----today could be a quiet day. May go out to Park Slope to help  with banners for a march against gentrification on Thursday. I won't be on the march, because I am working.
Yesterday---attended BAN meeting that was mostly a preparation for a protest to be held next Wednesday (28) outside a real estate-tech start up meeting. BAN meeting was very poorly attended---only about 4 ore 5 of us. Much talk about gentrification in both Sunset Park (industry city) and downtown Brooklyn. My vision of the real estate developers in charge of these two entities is that they are very soulless. Anyone who can't pay 3,000 dollars for a one bedroom is meaningless to them. There is no ethical or human vision to be had. Expressed that at the meeting---a little dangerously but felt it was necessary---wanted to shake things up. Afterwards felt that I had crossed the line. Did I?
A dream: very focused dream last night---I am at  a party for a man named Jon Green. He was two years behind me at Hopkins, a good friend, particularly in my last year, the year I practically recreated the world of undergraduate theater at Hopkins. . In the dream, I am visiting him in the present, I think it is a birthday party for him---he does not know that I am coming; one of the things that I assume about him is that now he is very wealthy. I am a little awed by this, don't know how he will respond to me. I get to his house in the suburbs, climb the stairs among his party guests, none of whom know me, and see him at the top of the stairs. I shout "Tajamoro thrown from a horse? There is not a horse in all Japan that can throw Tajamoro!" This was his first line in a play called Rashomon, a play that he performed, and I produced at Hopkins in December 1963. He recognizes the line, repeats it (with some corrections) and I face an older he at the top of the stairs. Dream ends.
So what does it mean? clues? Name Jon Green---could mean that I am green with anger---or envy. Earlier in the day read a memoir by Reynold Levy, in which he praises two contributors to Lincoln Center--very wealthy men. The play that I remember him in, Rashomon, is a dramatization of a very well known Kurosawa movie---a story of rape and suicide is retold four times. A woman, who at the time I thought was very important to me was in the play, in a small role. So we are dealing with then and now, a vast swath of time to be covered. My adult life.In the dream, he is the establishment, I am the rebel- still amazed at how strong the dream vision was. Actually slept very well last night, much better than the two nights before.
That's sort of it.
Today, not sure what the rest of the afternoon holds, want to go to help with the banners and discuss last night's group with my friend Michael who is one of the leaders of the march.
Will report tomorrow.