(Entered in paper journal at 10:44 AM at Starbucks on 43rd Street and 3rd Avenue in Denver.)
Dream 1
I sat in a skeleton of a room with my friend R. We sat on a bench against an almost papery wall. I had puppets on my hands. I could occasionally reach my arms way up in the air. It was like the puppets would attach to my hands as I stretched my arms. The puppets were like furry creatures in an anime called Angel of Darkness.
R sat to my right. I was almost delirious. I yelled at him, apologetically but upset, that he needed to stop needling and making me feel awful with two sayings (generalized, that he could mold to fit particular moments) he always foisted on me whenever I got happy or excited.
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