(Entered in paper journal at 12:25 PM at Starbucks on 43rd Street and 3rd Avenue in Manhattan.)
Dream 1
I was in a dark bedroom with a bunch of girls. A party was ending. Girls were leaving, walking down to a doorway pretty far away. I thought I should get going, too. It was just the two girls. They were girlfriends. I thought I'd been pretty silly to stay until the end of the party and intrude so long on the two girlfriends' privacy.
I sat in between them, and they sat on something like steps. I started to stand up to leave. But the girl on my right (my friend KB's then-girlfriend AN?) stuck out her arm or a rolled-up newspaper to stop me. I sat back down. I now realized why I had stayed here so long. I had been kept here on purpose.
"AN" leaned forward and kissed me. I felt a little phlegm at the back of my throat. Now "AN" stuck her tongue way back and pulled the phlegm out of my mouth. I could feel the phlegm detaching from the roof of my mouth. "AN" took the phlegm and lay it somewhere as a "sample." She now stuck her fingers into my mouth and pulled out a huge, white string of phlegm. She lay that down for a test or sample, too.
I didn't know whether I should be ashamed of all this weird phlegm coming out of my mouth. I also didn't know whether I should keep "kissing." Perhaps I was sick and contagious. But I wanted to go along with whatever was happening. I didn't want to mess things up with my weird judgments again. But I also wondered when we would actually start kissing again.
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