(Entered in paper journal at 8:15 AM at Ozzie's cafe (not sure which) in Brooklyn.)
Dream #1
Some people called to a group of us who were in another room in an office floor. They said, "Come look how your boss BS is standing."
We went into the office, which was a huge, empty room. We looked out the window to tall, tall rooftops that nevertheless seemed to be about twenty stories below us. People who looked like BS stood on occasional rooftops. I couldn't figure out which one was the real BS. Eventually I did.
The atmosphere outside as orange with sunset. Inside it was a dimmer orange.
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