(Entered in paper journal at 6:24 PM at Flying Saucer Cafe in Brooklyn.)
Dream 1
I was kneeling down in a dim, shag-carpeted room. My mom stood behind me. I got some message from my friend KB asking me about something I'd forgotten. It was plain the call was more about KB just wanting to talk again, wanting to reconnect as a friend. I'd thought, I have to call her. But I had waited and waited.
Now KB called my mom's phone: a beige, rotary, wall-phone. As my mom spoke I realized who it was she was talking to. I felt ashamed for having waited so long to call KB. My mom handed me the phone. As KB spoke I think I was trying to formulate an excuse for not having spoken with her in so long.
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