14 January 2025:
I have a dear little pet fish that responds to commands. He darts around in his tank. Maybe he’s a salamander of some sort. Tank is more like a terrarium. I keep the tank in a sunny, glassed-in, porch-like room at the end of a kind of motel suite we are staying at.
Sometimes we go to the big room where they serve meals. Today we see a recent film of the room, where they had a big ball recently. Maybe it is the camera angle, but they all appear to be dwarves or midgets. I go there for the next dinner-dance but walk on my knees so I appear to be cut-off too. I go back to see my pet fish, but he seems to have escaped or been stolen.
With friends I go to the bookstore/news agency in the rear of that ballroom-dining hall. It is a very complete, filled out magazine shop. Altogether it reminds me of Coliseum Books with a magazine shop in the rear. (Actually Coliseum Books had an interesting nook with oddball periodicals, around its NE corner.)
On one of the magazine racks there is a cheap camera for sale in a poly bag. It’s some kind of specialty camera, as I see from an instruction manual. Uses very odd-sized film, but can also accept 35mm. The sample photos shown all seem to be like b/w espionage pictures. “Real Lee Harvey Oswald type photos,” a friend remarks. This shop has sold a lot of rare cameras and films in the past, but doesn’t seem to now.
About 12 January 2025:
With my sister, we are staying at our grandparents’ in Bronxville. They are living no longer, and we think we have perhaps inherited the apartment, except when we step outside it is a house. The concrete doorstep is hollow, and there is some sort of animal there. I poke at it and it hisses back. It sounds like an enormous rattlesnake. I warn my sister and others to stay away. Later the head of a goal protrudes, and we learn it is actually a mother goat and her little kid. They come out and the kid romps around a bit.
