Saturday, January 26, 2013

(2/4/08) refrigerated laundry

(Entered in paper journal at 8:55 PM on B-train from Manhattan to Brooklyn.)

Dream #1

I was washing clothes in some place like a living room. There were a few people from my work. The room was somewhat empty, large, greyish, and dim. The washing machine was next to the refrigerator.

I pulled some clothes out of the washing machine. They weren't completely done. I hope that, as I pulled my clothes out of the washer, nobody would notice that the clothes were a mix of girl clothes and boy clothes.

But now I was putting a second batch of clothes together (out of the fridge?). I thought I then put the clothes into the wash. But then, walking away, I realized I'd actually put the clothes into the freezer.

I pulled the clothes out of the freezer. The articles of clothing, mostly girl clothes, were frozen and stuck to the walls. I laughed at myself for having done something so stupid.

MA, one of the liaisons between the Research and Sales departments at my company, caught a glimpse of my clothes as I put them into the washer. MA regarded me with a little disappointment.

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