(Entered in paper journal at 5:45 PM on Q-train from Manhattan to Brooklyn.)
Dream #1
It was daytime, maybe late morning. I was in a car with my mother. I was trying to get somewhere so I could do my job. I was mad because my mom was stalling, driving me all over the place.
My mom got mad and told me, "Don't get smart with me. I can prove you're crazy. They'll make you stay with me." I was mad, but I quieted down.
We were now doing my job, which was something like posting paper flyers onto telephone poles.
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