(Entered in paper journal at 9:50 AM at Starbucks at Astor Place in Manhattan.)
Dream #1
I killed a man. I threw the gun I'd used into a lake. I may also have thrown the man's body into the lake. Now the police were searching the lake for evidence. I was hoping I wouldn't get caught.
The lake was brown and dirty. I saw, as if I floated over the water, a black suit-jacket sinking into the water. I seemed to be drifting out on the water but not getting any farther from the shore.
To my right I saw a white egret (or crane) sinking into the water. Now to my right, on the shore, an owl-like bird landed on a barren, black tree. The bird faced away from me. Its closed wings were like a shell or a shield on its back. The shell was glittery, silver, red, and blue, in a design like that of the Cuban flag.
I saw a man walking in a prison. The prison had stone walls and glowed a warm, purplish color. The man was looking for a prisoner whom he would let out to perform a certain task. I thought the prisoner was me. I was afraid to see what I would look like, after having been dead in the lake (?) for so long.
The man opened one of the big, old, wooden prison-doors. The cell was crammed full of men. But none of the men looked really unhealthy.
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