(Entered in paper journal at 6:55 PM at Starbucks on Flatbush Avenue and Atlantic Avenue in Brooklyn.)
Dream 1
My boss EB and I drove along a huge, level plain dotted with figures that looked like haybales made out of mud. Some of them were wed towards the middles of their faces and dry toward the edges. The plain looked like it had been covered with this same kind of mud. EB told me this was the stuff a company called Synagro made and this was what application looked like.
I thought, This is all it is? It didn't really smell. It didn't look so gross. It all seemed okay to me. I figured there'd be a lot less trouble than I'd thought before.
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