(Entered in paper journal at 6:15 AM on Q-train from Brooklyn to Manhattan.)
Dream #1
I was part of a group of people in a class or on a project. We may all have been the same age, though I may have been slightly older. We were split up and were running through a building. We had to find a door that led out to a deck on the building.
I had run through a small room like a cafeteria or a library which looked out onto a small deck. The door out to that deck was locked. I found a door in another part of the building and opened that up. It went out to the roof of the building. Everybody (there were maybe ten people in the group) met on the roof. Our teacher, who may have looked like my psychiatrist A, taught us some lesson about what we had done.
We were inside again, possibly in a different building. Now I was following a black man through the building. We came to another small room like a cafeteria or library that looked out onto a deck.
The black man opened the door. We walked out on the deck. There were a couple other people there. I felt like this wasn't the right place, even though we were out on a deck. I felt like we should have been higher, out on a roof, perhaps.
I was in an office with my psychiatrist A. She was scolding me about my lack of progress in our sessions. She told me she couldn't see me anymore.
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