(Entered in my paper journal at 6:40 AM at the Starbucks on 57th Street and 7th Avenue in Manhattan before I went to work)
Dream 1
I was walking down a street while a guy who looked like a scraggly version of my co-worker SK followed me. The guy spoke on a cell phone. He made it obvious by what he said that he was following me.
I walked faster, but the guy stayed close behind me. He would make fun of me to the person on the phone because I was trying to escape.
I turned quickly into a building, then ran into an elevator. The man went with me. We were in some stairwell, trying to escape the notice of some security guard-type person. We were by the door to the stairwell. The door was old, musty wood. The whole stairwell was in awful shape, and all the crevices seemed caked like with salt or some smelly residue.
We had to keep the door slightly open or keep it unlocked somehow. We wanted to go down the stairs (to find a way out?), but we were afraid the door would lock and we would be trapped if this was the wrong way.
I found a toilet brush. The man stuck it between a thick layer of door frame on the floor and the door. I said, "Will this really hold?" The man was now a child, possibly an Asian boy. He said it would hold.
Time passed. I was an Asian girl in some nonexistent place, telling a group of people how I had figured out how to find the Asian boy again after so long of not having seen him.
As I spoke I saw a pretty girl (not me) playing something like tarot cards in a huge, warehouse-like building. She sat in a thin, wide puddle and lay the cards on the puddle, as if the cards floated flat on the surface of the puddle.
I told the people that if the boy was six when I knew him, I knew that XXXXX years (six years?) had passed, and he would thus be at one place where his life had been planned, and if he was thirteen when I knew him, then XXXXX (thirteen?) years had passed since I'd seen him, and he'd be at another place where it had been planned for him to be.
I "saw myself" speaking this in a pew in a cathedral-sized, wooden church, which was a "Buddhist temple."
The boy, now tall, with strange, blue eyes and a shaved head, wearing black pants and a black robe and a white undershirt, came up past some candle-covered altar and greeted me/the Asian girl.
The boy walked away. I watched as he developed as a monk. He grew slightly fatter as an adult. He walked in a room full of dark, wooden columns. He walked up a tall staircase and may have been youngish and thinnish again. He became some kind of showy white person, and the staircase became a Broadway-style staircase.
Then the view became a weird Pixar-style view, full of characters, all of which were strange, globby, multicolored characters like globs of toothpaste and shaving cream. They sped all over a Gumby-type world of toy-like objects on a white floor with an eternal white-walled atmosphere.
I thought something like, They've taken the Buddhist ways and changed even them into something like Disney.
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