Sunday, March 25, 2012

Yankee Catacombs

I've dreamt I've been wandering the catacombs of old Yankee Stadium, walking into and around old musty rooms no one has visited for decades, finding all sorts of arcane baseball stuff, furniture, equipment, uniforms. I loved that old place.


Back to Meatpacking

I dreamed I went back in time, to the Meatpacking District before it was "MePa," before it was a luxury shopping and partying destination. The buildings were all made of brick and covered in graffiti. I had my digital camera and became very excited to take pictures of everything.

There was more, but that's all I can remember. I often have this dream where I go back in time to an older New York City, armed with my digital camera, and I become very anxious, running around trying to get pictures of every detail.


Tuesday, March 13, 2012

7th St. Ghost World

My dream starts off with me walking down East 7th Street between 1st and A. It's early evening around Christmas time and they have all those wreaths and lights up, but there are no fancy restaurants or overpriced boutiques. I'm talking to a friend who works at Otherworldly Waxes and then I cross the street. The scene changes and it's summertime and I'm petting the cat that lives at Mikey's Pet Shop. I start to walk back up toward 1st Avenue with the cat following me, then the cat and I cross the street again and we're hanging out with two little kids whose parents own an herb shop (I think it was called Penny's).

I remember that I'm supposed to be at work (at Nemesis--other end of the block), so I leave and start back down the block, but when I get there the store is gone and there is a fancy salon in its place. I have no idea what's going on.

Maybe I'm a ghost living in a ghost world of a long time ago or maybe I'm going crazy. I decide that I didn't want to go to work anyway and I cross the street and walk into the park.


Chelsea Hotel Bombed

My anxiety dream involved having to hand in my daughter's application for a selective citywide public middle school (I am a cliche) and discovering that the location for the drop-off had secretly been moved from the school to the Chelsea Hotel. But the Chelsea Hotel was bombed just as I rounded the corner, racing to get there before the deadline. I ran into the smoldering rubble holding this envelope with the application in it, and thankfully there were no people at all, even though there was twisted metal everywhere and smoke. I had to find the cardboard box I knew existed, in which to leave this application. I woke up in a sweat.

I think the dream is not only about a changing New York City, but also a changing me. I was once a 22-year-old who lived in a falling-down tenement around the corner from the Chelsea Hotel. Now I am a 44-year-old with a mortgage.


Fine Fair

About 6 months ago I had a nightmare. I was walking through rubble that spread from Delancey to Grand and from Essex to about Pitt Street. There was a faint path I walked on, but I was carrying a lot of bags from FINE FAIR. I realized that a huge chunk of my neighborhood was gone. I walked along sobbing and feeling like no one else cared that all this was lost.

--Karen Gehres

Monday, March 12, 2012

McSorley's Bed & Breakfast

I spend a final night sleeping at McSorley's, which is a bed and breakfast, before they dismantle the place to be sold to either McNally or DeLucie. The new owner will be putting the memorabilia back once it's cleaned up, but "it will never be the same." EV Grieve comes in carrying a large quiche. I take pictures of the photos coming down from the walls and weep.