(Entered in paper journal at 9:20 AM at the Starbucks on Astor Place.)
Dream 1
One of my department heads, AT, came into "my room." I showed her how it had been messed up. I couldn't say for sure, but I felt like it had been broken into. There was a bottle of cleaning fluid laying on the floor with the nozzle unscrewed. My checkbook had been opened and spilled all over the place. It also appeared that a mattress was leaned up against one of my walls.
Dream 2
I walked through a plaza-like hall into a (used?) bookstore. I walked up to a bookshelf that looked like it was full of horror-style books, like by V.C. Andrews. A couple black kids were watching me, giving me a suspicious eye like I was going to steal something. I scanned the bookshelf for John Dewey's Experience and Nature.
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