(Entered in paper journal at 6:25 AM on Q-train from Brooklyn to Manhattan.)
Dream #1
I was "at work." I had either just come from some other meeting or was just getting into work. I walked down a hallway and saw a group of my co-workers all huddled in a glass alcove before a conference room. I realized that a special meeting was probably being held. I huddled into the glass alcove as well.
I poked my head into the conference room through the half-open glass door. The room was wide but short. The walls were kind of orange and pale tan. The light was bland fluorescent. The furniture was like on a trading floor. People "attending the meeting" were all milling around as if doing some busy work. Some guy near the center of room instead of at the front, stood near a projector screen and was talking about a series of slides.
At first I thought this meeting was going to be about our jobs. But now I thought the meeting was just about some legislation news that would be related to us through our Washington correspondent, EH. The person presenting, who looked like the head of my department, MR, except without MR's usual power of presence, forgot some statistic. My co-worker DE called the statistic out from behind me. The presenter gratefully repeated the statistic and continued his presentation.
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