(Entered in paper journal at 6:10 AM on Q-train from Brooklyn into Manhattan.)
Dream #1
I was on a sidewalk outside a building at night. The building had an overhang and square columns in front of it. I started running toward the doors of the building.
I realized I could fly. I slammed open the door of the building and began flying. I hovered maybe six inches above the ground, in a lying position, stomach-down.
The floor was sloped downward, and the walls were of polished marble. The place reminded me of the hallways in Grand Central Station. The area seemed made for a lot of traffic, but it was relatively empty at this time.
I flew left, into a dim hallway that was lit only by the light falling in from the adjoining hallways. I flew past a television screen and saw myself on it, flying, like the screen was showing a view from a nearby security camera. A couple people walked past me. I could see them on the screen, too.
I flew into a lobby area, like the reception area in an apartment. There was one person at a desk. The place was small and brightly lit. I stopped flying and stood up.
I realized now that people had been using the security camera precisely to watch for someone like me. I knew that, now that I had shown myself, the people would be after me.
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