(9/19/07) the community meeting place

(Entered in paper journal at 6:45 AM at Starbucks on 57th Street and Seventh Avenue in Manhattan.)

Dream #1

I was on a cell phone with my brother. I stood in a building like a community meeting place. I told my brother that when I first looked into the place, from outside the doorway, I thought the interior of the place would be intricate and of Asian design. My first view had been of an Asian screen or barrier which was black, possibly lacquer, not solid, but branching out and around in cloud patterns. The black might have been lined with or accented by gold.

But when I had gotten inside I saw that the screen simply enclosed an empty, open space. I told my brother, "It's kind of modern inside. The walls are white plaster. There's a small folding table at the front of the room. A couple people are sitting at it." The people were, I think, a Native American mother and her children.

The front of the room (the back of the building) was like a speaking area: some design (?) on the wall made this fact understood. Three was no platform or elevation of the floor: just this design on the wall.

I looked to my right and told my brother, "There's even a TV." It was like I was trying to convince my brother to come to this place, but he was afraid that the place wasn't modern enough, that it might be boring.

The TV was a little TV. It looked a few years old. But now I saw a big, plasma-screen TV. I told my brother, "Wait. There's two TVs!" But now I looked again and saw three TVs. I couldn't say anything. I was hoping the TVs wouldn't multiply anymore.

I faced toward the back of the room (front of the building). The people behind me were now my co-workers. They were talking and having a good time. Before me and maybe ten feet away was another folding table.

From about twenty feet away and to my right, my co-worker RJ walked in front of me and sat at the table. RJ spoke as she walked and sat, saying something about how she and I had been planning to take trips (probably separately) to some place like Connecticut. RJ asked me if I would like to start going to the gym with her. I sat near RJ's feet, in front of the table. I was putting shoes on RJ's feet.

It was a winter day outside. It was a vacation day for us, as if we were in college. I suggested we go in the morning, and then we could do something like eat breakfast. RJ said, as if I should have realized, that that idea wouldn't fit her schedule. She suggested we do something in the afternoon instead.