Dream 1
I was in a movie theater, in a row near the front, with my friend R, his girlfriend L, and TP, one of my senior coworkers from my Americorps NYC Parks program. It was like we were all sitting on a couch. The theater was huge and full of people.
I think I had gone out and come back in at one point and, while out, saw an Asian woman who looked like Maggie Cheung. Now the movie was over and previews were playing.
The final image of the last preview was an overweight guy on a front lawn. TP said, "Ha! Look at how fat that guy is!" I hadn't expected TP to say something like that. I looked at TP (R, L, and TP all sat to my right) and noticed, actually, how much weight he had lost.
When the preview ended my three friends stood up immediately and left. TP might now have become my friend CV. He slung on a yellow backpack and walked away. Nobody had said anything to me. They were already far away.
I sat there determined, since I was already alone, to hang out until the theater cleared a little. The couch was now like a plush booth surrounding a little dinner table. A lot of people were clearing out now.
I saw the Asian woman again. She was very thin, with long, straight, silky hair, a pale turquoise shirt, and black pants. She had two kids. I saw the kids and figured the woman was married. But I caught her eye and smiled at her. She smiled at me and walked closer.
The woman asked me something, but through the mild noise of the crowd I couldn't quite make it out. I asked her to repeat when she got closer. She asked, "Have you passed the TOEFL?"
I said, "I've never taken the TOEFL. English is my first language. But if you need help I can help you."
She pulled out a binder of stuff. There were some typed sheets and some handwritten sheets. One typed sheet was a test. It was folded so I couldn't see the whole thing. It was like there were rows and rows of multiple choices of jumbled up numbers.
The woman said, "Just look the test over. This is my homework. Once you see what it's about and you can think of a way to help me, call this number." On her homework she wrote part of a number and then broke off to squiggle something around it
which she broke off again, I'd suppose to write the rest of the number.
As I woke, it was like I was walking around a corner on this dream, like it was still happening, but I was walking around the corner from it and into a quiet hallway.
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