Dream #1
It was daytime. I stood out on a road like the stretch of Classon Avenue near the Brooklyn Museum of Art. I stood before a woman, possibly fighting with her over a white cross of wood or plastic that was maybe three feet long. The cross may have had the limbs slanted, i.e. like the Celtic life-rune.
I think I held the top end. The woman and I were really arguing natural or appropriate position of the cross. She argued that it was right-side-up. I argued that it was upside-down.
While I struggled with the woman physically and tried to make my points verbally, I imagined cross-streets in Brooklyn (Classon and Washington and Eastern Parkway) as if they fit my imagined "cross" (really, the life-rune) perfectly.
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