(3/19/09) no suicide attempt; library creepsters

(Entered in paper journal at 9:15 AM at Red Horse cafe in Brooklyn.)

Dream #1

I sat in a presentation room with a group of co-workers. The room was dimly lit with effusive, yellowish light. The walls were white. The room was full of folding chairs.

My superior co-worker RLC got up to give a presentation. Both of his legs were in a cast, and he had a bandage on his head. He had been sitting in a chair at the front of the room, to the right of the room, and he'd had to be helped up. As he crutched his way to the podium, he was telling everybody how it looked like he'd attempted suicide, but that he really hadn't, and that he was fine.

Dream #2

I sat in a library like the Rose Main Reading Room in the Schwarzman branch of the New York Public Library, except with thinner reading tables and something of a college library feel. I was reading books that were big and colorful, like children's picture books.

Two youngish, white boys sat down, one on either side of me. They had a hip look -- clean, but with wool caps, pea-green coats, button-up shirts tat were unbuttoned, and t-shirts. The boys spoke back and forth over me, to annoy me.

At one point, the boy to my right asked a question like, "You know what would be good...?"

I turned my head and yelled, "You know what would be good? If you sat somewhere else to talk to your friend!"

The boys seemed hurt. They stood up and walked away. I might have gotten up and walked somewhere else, too. I felt bad about having yelled at the boys, who, I now thought, were innocent enough.