Dream #1
I was out on a long lawn, like the Long Meadow at Prospect Park, except with a much narrower corridor of valley. The park was sunny, filled with yellowish light. Even the grass seemed yellowish.
The valley had rows of desks set up in it, like in a classroom. There were two rows of doubled-up desks, each row maybe five or six desks long. I took the desk up at the front of the right row. This place was the testing center (where I worked a temporary job in between my permanent jobs in waking life).
I reached into a box of keys that had number tags on them. I pulled out a key. I called back to a customer who was probably coming to test. The person was possibly named Roger Stryker. I remembered this customer had been treated badly by some of my co-workers, and I hoped that my calling him to my desk and treating him nicely would patch up any feelings he might have.
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