(Entered in paper journal at 10:52 AM at Red Horse cafe in Brooklyn.)
Dream #1
My boss BS and I were coming out of something like a meeting. We stood just to the side of a big, plaza-type area, like in a mall. The area was empty and a little dim, like we were catching light coming through a ceiling window over the central plaza-area, but not reaching us. BS was talking to me about something business-like or serious. We were walking very slowly or not walking at all.
I saw TB, a friend of mine and a woman who provided data services for my work team. TB was walking with a young man. Both TB and the man wore longish, white t-shirts and pale blue jeans. TB seemed happy to see me. She and the man stopped to talk with me.
As we spoke, my attention fixed on a small restaurant booth at the other end of the food court. The food court plaza probably had an octagonal shape, with the diagonal sides small, and with columns just past the edges of each of the corners. BS and I had come from the "southwest" part of this area and were heading up toward a shop at the "northeast" part of the area.
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