(Entered in paper journal at 8:32 PM at home in Brooklyn.)
Dream #1
I was in a big building like a convention center, big-box retailer, and church combined. I was with a thuggish, Mexican boy. A friend who was like me separated from me at the exit. The exit was just a wide, garage- or loading-dock-style doorway.
A lot of people milled in and out between my friend and I -- we stood at opposite ends of the exit. We were tying to be "slick" by not letting on that we knew each other to all the people walking between us. We were proud: we thought we were troublemakers.
Somehow I also felt like myself. I felt like I was walking between the two guys. I felt like at least the guy I was (even presently?) was actually not a thug but a cop who was watching me. He/I thought he/I was being "slick" by watching me and waiting for me to cause trouble so he/I could catch me.
I tried to blend in with the crowd, but I ended up on the outskirts.
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