(Entered in paper journal at 7:35 AM at Connecticut Muffin in Windsor Terrace, Brooklyn.)
Dream #1
I stood with a woman in an office space. The space may have been on a second floor or so, with its edge somehow making a balcony over the ground floor below. I stood before a wall that was lined with couches. I was on the right end of the wall.
On the left end of the wall were a line of people, all heading down a hallway. I could tell the people were going in to interview for the job I thought I already had. I started getting really angry. I thought I would complain to the person I'd thought I was going to be working with.
But the woman I stood with pushed me into a big office, the door to which we had been standing right in front of. The woman lay on a long, leather couch. I stood before the couch, possibly looking at a blind-curtained window on one of the walls.
I told the woman how angry I was. Everybody had made it sound like I was hired. And now I was, it seemed, just another person coming in for an interview.
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