(Entered in paper journal at 6:30 AM on B-train into work from Brooklyn.)
Dream #1
I was watching or was in a music video, looking down on the action from a high, acute angle. The music video was by David Bowie. He was dressed in a suit like that of the Thin White Duke mixed with Michael Jackson's Moonwalker suit (especially the hat).
David Bowie walked down some hallway that was kind of like a scarcely lit mall hallway, with islands of fake palm trees in the center of the hallway. A few other people also walked up and down the hallway. Bowie now approached the head of a wide, wooden staircase that was lit strongly by a few golden beams.
As Bowie walked down the staircase, I thought to myself, This video is supposed to be about some alien but extremely classy place. But it's not classy. The place looks like any old hotel.
Bowie now reached the bottom of the steps. He turned right and sat down before a bar which had a green awning over it. A pretty, tan-skinned girl with black hear and a maroon waitress dress stood behind the counter. Something about this situation was supposed to resemble Edward Hopper's Nighthawks.
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