Not Such Freudian Dreams

Rodeo Drive--one of the areas I can stand that I can't afford

Last night I dreamed that I went back to Los Angeles with some friends, which I don't have in reality.  But, the trip to L.A. wasn't with the intention of staying there permanently.  In L.A. I was in one of the West L.A. areas where I lived as a child--the area around Santa Monica Blvd. and Sawtelle Blvd.  I grew up in L.A. and it often appears in my dreams, but any lingering homesickness I used to have for it, is now past--I think.  However, when I visited there last year, I really enjoyed the Getty Center.

Then I dreamed that I was going to produce a video in L.A., only because I found this male singing group that I thought would be good background music, but I called it a record in the dream, not a video, although it really was a video.

As I was growing up in L.A., I always felt as though it were a boring place to live.  When I visited L.A. last September, for the first time since 1984, all those feelings of boredom in L.A. that I experienced growing up came back to me.  I found L.A. more depressing than I ever thought I would.  However, one reason for that is that I was there during a big heat wave.  New York is depressing, too, during a heat wave.  The only places I can stand to be in L.A. are areas where it's too expensive for me to live.