(Entered in paper journal at 2:10 AM (or 7:10 AM?) at home in Brooklyn.)
Dream 1
I was in a convenience store. I had gotten some kind of Indian food, which the cashier was putting into a paper bag. As he did this his wife (?) was asking him why he was giving me this food. The man tried to justify himself. As he was doing so, I took a little clear plastic container, like a hummus container, filled with ice, and used it to drink water from a cooler that looked like a mini cappuccino (?) machine. I kept having to refill because the container was so shallow.
Dream 2
I floated downward and to my left, going past building that looked like big-box warehouse stores. I might have been in a helicopter or some kind of wire-life car. I could hear someone below talking with someone else, laughing that a guy had lost something in a huge snowdrift in the parking lot. The woman and the guy she spoke with both seemed low-class and rather annoying. I hoped I wouldn't have to be near them.
I was now in the parking lot, standing by my sister and my brother-in-law. My brother-in-law had lost his green sucker in a big, dirty snowdrift. It was some kind of nicotine sucker to help him stop smoking.
My brother-in-law was stressed out, my sister said, and not having the sucker made things worse. he was stressed out because he had to deal with some people at my sister's work who he thought were making fun of him all the time because he was poor. My sister and brother-in-law sat on something, maybe a parking space marker. I sat by them. I spoke about how I felt in a similar situation, hoping that I would calm my brother-in-law and not stress him more.
I saw my sister and my brother-in-law at my sister's work. They stood at a front desk. My sister might have stood behind the counter while my brother-in-law stood in front of it. There were three rooms, one for each of my sister's bosses. I viewed from in front of the counter.
In the far left office was the mean boss, who was third in charge. We even tried not to attract his attention so he wouldn't come out and do mean things. (I saw "we," but I wasn't really there.) In the middle office (the door of which was closed) was the second in charge boss, who wasn't mean but was always on the phone and was neglectful and cold. In the office on the right was the top boss, a big, fattish man with grey, slicked hair and a southern accent. His door was open, and he stood looking out the window on the back wall of his office.
He turned and saw my sister and brother-in-law. My sister said something that the big boss and my brother-in-law had in common, some foible. The boss said, "Your wife is always on my case about that." He continued to say some other things, working into his own feelings of inferiority before quoting some Bible verse, which my brother-in-law eventually joined in on.
When the verse finished, my brother-in-law said , "I'm just like you. I could and should be where you are." My brother-in-law now looked a lot like the guy.
The guy was leading my sister and brother-in-law back to the office. Two black boys, office cleaners, followed the three, apparently to some place that looked like a fire stairwell. Both boys looked like girls.
One boy was about to go in. The other boy stopped him. He said, "No. I told you I would get you in somewhere nice. But we can't go where those guys are going."
The two boys were now in a high-tech elevator. If you said your name the elevator would recognize you (by your voice) and take you to your floor. The "new" boy said a name of one of the office workers which had been told him by the "old" boy. Neither thought it would work. But the boy mimicked the voice enough to get the elevator moving.
There was a phone on the back wall of the elevator. I imagined a woman who had spent a few elevator rides calculating ways to be most annoying to others while using this phone.
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