(Entered in paper journal at 6:30 AM on Q-train from Brooklyn to Manhattan.)
Dream #1
It was daytime. I was in a fast food restaurant. I was the only customer in the restaurant at the moment, but there were a few workers. I may have known all the workers. I may have ordered something, although I wasn't very interested in it. I was trying to leave the restaurant.
I was behind the counter, in the food-prep area. The daylight somehow seemed to mix with the fluorescent light. I walked through a door or doorway and was in an unused food-prep area. It looked like there were a few stainless steel stations that people could work at.
I walked through another door and into a small room like a manager's office, which was actually another service counter. There was a register which was either open or had money on it. I closed this door and walked away immediately, not wanting anybody to think I was trying to take the money, although there might have been another door in that room leading outdoors.
I walked through another area, which may have been like a hallway.
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