(Entered in paper journal at 7:42 AM at Sit & Wonder cafe in Brooklyn.)
Dream #1
I stood in front of my old boss BA, who sat on something like a wooden storage box standing against the pale blue (?) wall of a building. We were in a vacant space, either like a parking lot or a somewhat empty natural area that used to be a woodland. It was probably late afternoon, and the light was a dim, pale blue.
BA asked me to carry him, so I did. We walked through a somewhat muddy area, up to what looked like a house or a double-wide trailer. Inside, the place looked unfinished. The floors were concrete, possibly sloped, not level. The place had ramps, corridors, like some kind of a slaughterhouse. It was all empty, like nothing was going on there. But it might have been messy, like mud and other stuff had been strewn along the place, and there might have been a feeling of warmth and noise from somewhere.
I came to a woman at a tall desk. The desk looked a little like a thin, metal filing cabinet. A bright, incandescent light came from the desk. The woman was fattish, with short, frizzy, dark blonde hair and wrinkled, turtle-like skin.
We may have spoken back and forth about horses, as if I had come here to get a horse. She might have told me something like she didn't have any horses to give. She might have also told me the reason.
I walked out a wide exit at the back (?) of the place. The light was now dark blue. I was in something like a corral for horses. I may have seen a few horses. Thinking to myself, Well, I have a few horses now, after all, I might have walked away, first into a foresty area, then into a vacant, muddy, somewhat rolling area (maybe also stubbled with tree stumps), possibly going back to the place I had come from.
I suddenly realized that I no longer had BA with me. In my worrying about getting a horse, possibly for BA, I had forgotten BA somewhere.
Dream #2
I stood out on a street. It was a bright, sunny day, also hot. I stood at the top of a hill, looking down the street, which may have looked partly like a suburban street and partly like a mountain town street lined with shops. There may have been a few people around me, people I knew somehow. The street may have troughed and then risen back upward for another, less steep, shorter hill.
At the trough of the hill, on the left side of the street, may have been a modern-looking building about twelve or so stories tall, with dim, reflective glass walls. Before the doors of that building flowed a cluttery pile of bright objects, possibly toys, possibly baby toys.
Somewhere, possibly down by the building, or "from" the inside of the building, or somewhere near the top of the other hill, stood CR, the man with whom I had had a job interview. CR was "speaking with me," even thought he was at least three hundred meters away from me, and possibly even inside a building. He asked me about the options I had, in case I didn't get the job. I really didn't have options, and I was really in need of a job. But I tried to sound cheerful.
Watching the sun glint of the items in front of the building, as if some of the toys were metallic, I told CR that I really would like to go somewhere where I could just sit down and study the things I wanted to study, without having to worry about my livelihood.
CR said, "Oh, so you're planning on going back to school, then?"
I said I guessed I was. But I thought, I don't have time, now, to get myself into a school. I need to get a job!
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