(Entered in paper journal at 11:20 AM at Starbucks at 1st Street and 7th Avenue in Brooklyn.)
Dream 1
I was in a dark "living room" with my boss EB. We stood by a door. EB kept handing me M&M's. At first I didn't feel like I should take them, so somehow I kept dropping them accidentally.
The room was dark. EB and I stood in some dim blue light. EB got stern with me. He told me something like, "I'm giving you these things! Don't drop them like you don't deserve them! It's ungrateful!"
Now EB put more (peanut) M&M's in my right hand. Almost all the M&M's were blue, though a couple were green. I ate some. A couple still fell out of m hands and rolled on the floor, through the crack under the door and under the couch.
EB seemed less disappointed now. But now he was drifting back, into the darkness.
Dream 2
I sat before a computer in a busy office space. I was showing somebody something. But I was also loading a painting (reminds me of Picasso's dance crowd painting except with tons of blue and peach) onto my screen via a website like Mark Harden's Artchives.
EB came up behind me and asked me what I was working on. I showed him, but I also showed him the painting, which I thought of as (but didn't call) a van Gogh. EB laughed and said, "Oh, you sure are crazy about van Gogh!"
Dream 3
I was talking with an older man about how a rock group (like Stone Temple Pilots) had gotten too soft over the last couple years.
The man said (as if speaking about a single female rock star), "It's actually a good thing, what you're talking about. She's submerging right now. She's healing a little. But she's also changing. And after she's made her metamorphosis she'll emerge better than ever."
Dream 4
I stood outside with a big, light-chocolate, boxer-like dog while someone (my friend R?) went into a classy Chinese restaurant.
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