(Entered in paper journal at 5:54 PM at Starbucks on 57th Street and Lexington Avenue in Manhattan.)
Dream 1
I was beside my friend R, to his right. R said a lot of annoying things to me until at last I got angry at him. I jumped up and bashed him in the head. He fell down. I stomped on his head.
I stomped until a sign appeared before me -- it looked like an email or a technical error screen on a computer. It said that I could not push any further because the system I was pushing had been crushed to death.
I couldn't believe I had killed R. I didn't believe it. I stopped stomping on R's head, hoping that he was only "almost dead" and that my stopping would give him a chance to come back to life.
I thought about how awful jail would be.
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