(4/9/06) the unknown flower; failing the confidentiality test

(Entered in paper journal at 9:44 AM at Starbucks on 43rd Street and 3rd Avenue in Manhattan.)

Dream 1

I was in a strange room -- half office, half garden. A big desk and two or three chairs in front of it. It was all like a playroom or nursery, too. I was talking with a blonde businesswoman who told me about classes she had to take to do her job better or get promoted. She was thinking it wasn't worth it or that it was overkill.

I sat down in a chair in front of a chair she sat into. I may have grabbed her hands. I told her, "I think what you're doing is good. You need to keep on with it." I realized, with a bit of pride, that I had said something to make the woman feel really good about herself.

I was over by the flowers. I wanted to ask the woman the name of a flower. But I thought, She's not specializing in flowers. She's specializing in XXXXX. I had a feeling, though, that she still would know the name of the flower. But I got absorbed in looking at the flower and lost attention of the woman.

The flower was like a cup made of long petals which I thought of as lotus petals but which actually seem now more like a mix between daisy and star-magnolia petals. The petals topped out in extra "flesh" and a green ring which evened them out just like a wine glass. Inside was a pistil/stamen (?) (most likely a pistil) that was like a green phallus. The petals were white with a cream-colored tinge that got stronger toward the bottom and center. The flower was at the end of a long, straight, slender stalk.

Dream 2

I was walking with a boss of mine (maybe BS) and a woman who was possibly Hispanic, up to a plaza-type area like in front of the Atlantic Center in Brooklyn, except that this was in front of some art museum. The woman was simultaneously a servant, something like a babysitter, and one of my boss's colleagues. For some reason we three were sliding a baby stroller under the railing by steps up to the plaza.

I started gabbing on and on about some confidential research I'd been doing. My boss interrupted me. My boss said, "That's supposed to be confidential, Preemie."

The woman was walking away. I knew my boss would never trust me again because I had failed in integrity in this one test.