(Entered in paper journal at 8:33 AM at Starbucks on 29th Street and Park Avenue in Manhattan.)
Dream #1
I was in a building that was supposed to be the offices of my old job. I'd been up on a floor, probably with a group of my co-workers. I had gone down to the first floor, possibly having even left the building. I had come back into the building now. The walls were blue marble with white veining. The ceilings were very high. The place felt like a fancy restaurant. The room was long and rectangular.
I was alone in the room. I may have been hovering swiftly, maybe about one foot above the ground. I wore a sweater and jeans (the sweater maybe horizontal stripes of various colors). Over the jeans I wore a woman's half-slip.
I turned left into another room, which was like this room. At a nearby set of tables to my left were executives from my job, including the CEO K. They all looked over at me. I could tell they thought I was weird because I was wearing a half-slip.
I turned right and went up a thinnish, curving staircase. I thought, But can't the executives see I'm not just wearing this half-slip? I'm wearing jeans underneath. And besides, even if I look weird, aren't the executives impressed that I'm flying instead of walking up the stairs?
I was on an upper floor which was a cavern of walls of green marble with white veining. I couldn't remember what floor I was actually supposed to go to.
I was back at the first floor again. I may have stood in front of some computer kiosk, which was just a keyboard and a screen on a thin pole. I had to enter my name or user ID and password to get past this point in the building. But the computer would tell me what floor I was supposed to go to. But I was drawing a complete blank. I couldn't remember my password at all.
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