(Entered in paper journal at 7:11 AM at Starbucks on 57th Street and 7th Avenue.)
Dream 1
I was supposed to meet my old boss PG, with a few other ladies, for breakfast. But I think I was late. I stood in a sunny park, on a cement path going up a slight but big hill. I was almost at the top.
Now I saw PG and her coworkers/friends coming. I stood by a bench. PG came up first and handed me a bag of "gifts," like I was leaving. She made comments about how I was a good worker but also how I wasn't incredible because I always let small stuff slide, such as being on time for this breakfast. Now I wasn't invited to the breakfast because I had been late for it.
I looked in the bag. There may have been a bag of potato chips. The biggest item was a can of paint with a wooden cap rounded like a polished gem and with three stripes of darkish mint-green paint. I wondered why I'd get a can of paint -- it seemed to reflect too bluntly (for a gift, anyway) the faults PG had pointed out in me. Plus, I didn't want this color on the walls of any place I moved to.
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