(Entered in paper journal at 6:30 AM on B-train into work from Brooklyn.)
Dream #1
I was in a bar, possibly with my co-workers. The bar was spacious, lit slightly dimly. There were a moderate amount of people inside. I had been wandering around for a while and was about to leave.
I saw my old friend R. He had kind of shaggy hair and was wearing a green t-shirt with a yellow design. At first R ignored me when I tried to greet him. I was relieved. I didn't really want to speak with him.
I decided to grab my book bag so I could leave. My bag was behind the bar, for some reason. The bartender, who looked like a senior co-worker, JM, handed me the bag. One or two of my co-workers may have seen that I was getting ready to leave. They themselves left.
I wandered back through the bar one more time, to see if there were any co-workers I needed to say goodbye to. It seemed like everybody was gone. So I walked back toward the door. The space before the door had dark wood floors and white stucco walls and kind of looked like a church. On the wall o my right was a mirror.
My friend R confronted me, not angry, but a little put off, asking me questions, possibly like why was I here, and why hadn't I spoken with him in so long?
I looked at my face in the mirror. I had a big pimple on the left side of my face, near my nose. I felt like I looked horrible. I may have walked toward the exit.
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