Two dreams about Cosmo Kramer. The first time I thought I was watching a uniquely dramatic episode of Seinfeld, but by the second one I was pretty sure it was a separate show or movie with him. The first one took place in the subway. The platform was extremely crowded, in fact some people seemed to be camping out there. Kramer suddenly saw the police arresting some guy and tried to help out. There was some kind of serious wound involved. Then the police got some communication on the radio that there was a big problem on a train coming into the station, a guy with a gun. Sure enough the train came in and a guy was standing in one of the doorways holding it open, and firing a gun repeatedly. Kramer managed to evade him but the guy shot at least one person on the platform. Then the dream/episode ended with Kramer somehow helping out and then looking up and seeing the sky through a street grating.

In the second dream Kramer was in the house of some friend or stranger. This man was somehow disturbed or lonely. His house was a cylindrical or maybe a hexagonal room that was extremely tall, perhaps infinitely so. The walls were partly covered with white drawing boards and picture boards on which the man had long been writing a kind of journal or life story, continually going upward. The man was talking to Kramer and telling him to read the boards. Then he said Kramer should go up and keep reading. Kramer said, how? The man made a cryptic commment about using the story. But then Kramer notoiced that there were plates attached to the walls in some places that could be used as rather insubstantial footholds. And so they climbed, the man going ahead of Kramer, and they read the story. The man made a lot of strange and curmudgeonly comments, and Kramer was trying to understand him and his story. They kept climbing and climbing and the story was getting more and more tragic. Then finally the man got to one board and read it aloud, and then let go of the boards and dropped to his death. It was getting very hard for Kramer to climb, but with much effort he managed to reach the board. There was more height in the room, but this seemed somehow to be the end of the story. Kramer read the board. There was a phrase that seemed to ring out, something about "you in your multi-picture board room." It must have been about the man's wife or daughter and the room he built for her. Then Kramer got the point, and he also let go of the boards and dropped.