Dream #1
I was somewhere like a hilly park, almost like Greenwood Cemetery in Brooklyn. The light was like blue afternoon, when the sun has gone down. There were a bunch of people about my age or younger all walking around. But the atmosphere was also relaxed, as if we were all just hanging out together, even though we didn't necessarily seem to interact -- outside of groups of two or three who hung out together.
I started walking up a hill after having just come down a hill. I was sure I hadn't completed the task correctly. I opened a little, black, leather pouch with a zipper on it, which I may have thought of as a BlackBerry case. The pouch was like the leather carrying cover people have for their Bibles, except that this one was small enough to carry one of the Gideon's New Testaments.
My "BlackBerry" was a really just bundle of small papers, white and yellow, which may have been laminated. As I fingered through these, I said, "Now let's take a page from the Book of Bart." (An actual quote I liked a lot from the TV show The Simpsons.)
I was at the top of the hill. The lawn on either side of me (I walked on an asphalt path) was full of poeple relaxedly lying around. Some may have slept under small, tent-like structures wide enough to fit one or two people and about half the length of a person, so that their feet would be sticking out.
Somebody I had just passed called out to me. I turned to see it was my old friend R. He lay on the left lawn. He lay with his head in a structure like a tent-like structure that was stood vertically (horizontally?). But the structure looked like my "BlackBerry" case.
R said he knew the person passing him was me even before he'd seen me because of my having said, "Now let's take a page from the Book of Bart." I thought, I really don't want to see R again.
R then asked me a company about the homebuilding company Centex. The question had to do with a calculation a boss of mine had put together to determine impairments the company would sustain, etc.
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