(Entered in paper journal at 5:17 PM at Starbucks at 43rd Street and 3rd Avenue in Manhattan.)
Dream 1
I was with a crew of people "from my Americorps NYC Parks program," possibly in the van. One of my Americorps coworkers, EP, was the crew chief.
At some point, possibly because I had done something overbearing/annoying, EP said, "I always have a bottle hidden away to keep me XXXXX" (soaked up? drunk?) "for the whole work day."
I "thought back to" a training we'd had on drinking and driving. I now knew I had to tell my boss (BA?) that EP had been drinking on the job. But as I went to tell, I felt EP following me. Perhaps he had now become my actual crew leader, SM. I knew he was either going to beat me up or kill me for even trying to report him.
But now I was at a party for the Americorps crew members. The party was held in a women's clothing store full of lunchroom tables. A bunch of the new girls, all skinny, pretty, and white, waved at me as I tried to sneak up to some clothes near a dressing room and try on the clothes near a dressing room and try on the clothes.
As I tried to make an excuse for my actions I got feeling that everybody already knew about me and they wanted me to get dressed up.
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