(Entered in paper journal at 7:01 AM at Starbucks on 57th Street and 7th Avenue in Manhattan.)
Dream 1
I sat on a couch in a weird-shaped room with my friend R and my boss BS and a couple other "friends." It was dim, maybe with pink and red and orange lights flashing. There was some kind of party or discussion.
R kept getting louder and more annoying until BS got mad and stood up in his face, probably leaning against him chest to chest, shouting. R was just ridiculing BS, making kissy faces and mocking sounds.
Somehow I unfocused from the situation. I just blasted my eyes and ears to silences.
But not long after that, I was shocked back by BS telling R something like he was fired. I lifted up my head as BS walked away.
I knew I shouldn't be happy. But I was. But then I wondered if I had sat there while BS said bad things to R.
I stood up. But R sat on a couch/bed acroos from me. I may have sat beside him. I asked him what was wrong. He wouldn't tell me anything, even that he was fired.
I tried to tell him I had unfocused and not heard a thing of the argument. But it didn't matter to R. it was plain he was planning to hurt BS so that BS couldn't fire him, and if that meant hurting me, he would do that, too.
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