(Entered at 7:55 AM on 2-train from Brooklyn to Manhattan.)
Dream #1
I was at a party (?) in a big ballroom. The walls and columns were white, and the room was dimly lit, as if by candles on a wall. I was bowed over a small table, my back to the mingling crowd. I was looking at a phone book, possibly trying to find my next destination.
My old friend R came up behind me, his face a little too close to the back of my neck. I could tell that R had been drinking.
I remembered having asked R here, as if we'd met again and I had asked him, by compulsion, if he'd like to come here. I had hoped R wouldn't take me up on my offer. It had gotten late, and I'd actually thought R wouldn't be coming here after all. But now that I was wrapping up here and getting ready to go to my next place, which was far more important to me, R had showed up here. Now he'd probably want to come with me to my next place as well.
I stepped away from the phone book. R said, in a slimy voice, like a stalker, but trying to sound funny, "You'd better watch out for those things, man. I hear they got addresses and numbers in 'em."
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