Dream #1
I was walking across an enormous bridge in the bright daylight. The bridge seemed to be just a walkway where I was.
I was just coming out of a tunnel part of the bridge and heading back down (across a river like the East River) when my old co-worker MW called from behind me. I turned to face MW. He was wearing a pale yellow shirt. MW and I spoke about some work I had done. I laughed, either about how it was right or how it was wrong.
MW seemed to fade away behind me. I was back down on the ground by myself. I was walking alone through an area that looked like a closed-down amusement park. A lot of the "buildings" (booths, really) had airbrush paintings of scenes with Popeye on them. At one point I may have walked past a Popeye's restaurant. The booths seemed to crowd up all around me, blocking the direct sunlight to some degree.
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