Friday, June 23, 2000
Afternoon dream... I've made enemies
with an unknown figure in an unfamiliar world somehow akin to the club.
On an outside terrace I squirt water at him from a distance with a squirt gun,
accidentally and unknowingly hitting -----, who is seated between myself and
the goal of my squirting, eating dinner. ----- is infuriated. His
facial expression is remarkable: eyes wide open, staring in utter disbelief and
a sense of betrayal. His anger is frightening inasmuch as its expression
is subdued. I apologize, but it becomes clear to me that a plain apology
will not do. I must accept some very harsh form of punishment; I shall
pay dearly for my trespass.
Earlier, I think: at the
residence of an unknown gambler/tycoon in another state (we've all just arrived
by plane) - me, -----, -----, and one or two others (-----?). Around a
low, square, smoked glass coffee table in the den, ----- hands me a menu and
asks me to order sandwiches all around. I take orders and call the
restaurant. Everything is a little unfamiliar; since it's in another
state (California?) and the food nomenclature is different than I'm used
to. Upon delivery it becomes apparent that I've made some mistake, and
everyone is upset with me, especially -----. I feel now that he will
abandon me, considering me an incompetent. Our host is also
unimpressed. I believe there is now a segue into the aforementioned
squirt gun scene, and the host may be the unknown target in question. In
an adjacent room, a backgammon board, dice, and other gambling equipment are
strewn about.