(Entered in paper journal at 9:53 AM at Ozzie's coffee shop on Garfield Street and 5th Avenue in Brooklyn.)
Dream 1
I was in an office. I had to do filing in three or four different cabinets that were in different areas of the space. I labeled a folder, maybe writing along the whole front surface, the name "Outboard," which may possibly have been the name of a company.
The folder became something like a magazine cover or a huge, glossy photo or business card. The title Outboard was written with each letter as a composite of straight, horizontal lines that went long and short like on a bar graph. The letters looked like mountainous distortions of themselves.
My boss came to see what I was doing. He got mad at me for writing the title the way I did. I told him that was how it was on the covers of the journals or reports for the company.
But my boss didn't believe me. I tried to show him. We went from room to room, looking for a glossy report filed by Outboard, like a publicly traded company's annual report, that had this insignia with distorted lettering. But I kept finding only reports with insignia with more normal lettering. I assumed that the report the insignia of which I'd decided to mimic must have been really old.
Finally I found a report that looked like the one I'd seen in my head. The report was glossy with a silver back cover and, on the front, a color picture, possibly of a little marina. But I couldn't find the name on the report at all.
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