Do any of you have recurring dreams or nightmares? There are two in particular that I’ve had since long before I was old enough to write them down that have come back over and over through the years. One is scary but always clear in its meaning and significance. That’s not the one I had last night. I had the one about some sort of family reunion where insects start crawling all over everything. It’s never scary, just gross and overwhelmingly real, and I always wake up thinking every tickle on my body must be an insect, so I turn on all the lights and get no more sleep. Much as I wish for the more-interesting-than-gross cow-sized ants of my childhood nightmares, last night I got a double treat of cockroaches and spiders breeding in my childhood room, forcing me to throw out all my stuff in a desperate attempt to get rid of the damned things.

The problem is, while the other dream is always very clear, this one’s always ambiguous. It always has the elements of an important family gathering and an infestation of insects, and is never scary, only gross, but beyond that, the dream and the triggers change so much that I’m never sure if it’s a subconscious warning, a sign I’m welcoming someone into the family, warts and all, or just my back-brain kicking up random stuff.


Transit strike, day 2

Worked until 10:30 PM, went downstairs to my dad’s office and went to sleep in a nice, warm bed. Got massive amounts of work done, got the first good night’s sleep I’ve had in weeks, and got to work an hour early. Frankly, I feel a little guilty.

Mayor Bloomberg is walking to work for the duration of the strike, about 35 min. across the Brooklyn Bridge, saying that while he has other options, most New Yorkers don’t, and he wants them to know he’s feeling the strike’s effects as much as they are. Former Mayor Ed “How’m I doing?” Koch, wearing a pin that reads, “I’m doing fine,” was waiting at the end of the Brooklyn Bridge to cheer on commuters walking to work.

Transit strike, day 1

Manhattan has turned into a giant parking lot. Even with the 4 people per car rule, cars were bumper to bumper for the sixty blocks I walked to work (that’s three miles, with a wind chill of 9F or -13C, depending what system you use). I packed a bag so I have the option of not going home tonight, just sleeping at work, but I know tons of people who don’t have that option.

Now, normally I am in favor of workers going on strike for better conditions. My grandfather and great-grandfather were both union organizers. But I have a whole lotta beef with these guys for what they’re doing. First, especially considering that they’re doing work that requires only a high school diploma and a few weeks training, that they make more than I do, plus overtime, and will get to retire with benefits at age 55, they’re not exactly hurting. Second, I think they have a false sense of their position. I heard two TWU guys talking on the subway last week about the strike, and one explained to the other, “See, in the private sector, we’d be getting huge raises every year. In the TWU, we only get cost-of-living increases.” I was tempted to tell them I’m in the private sector and I only get cost-of-living increases myself, as does everyone I know. Third, they threatened a strike last year, and what’s up for debate now is only a two-year contract. So are they going to be doing this again in two years? And finally, they’re really crippling the city, and making it hellish for everyone. Makes it hard for their blue-collar brothers to sympathize when this may mean losing their own jobs because they can’t get to work.

Needless to say, I’m not happy with the situation.