(Entered in paper journal at 8 PM at home in Harlem.)
Dream 1
I stood, I believe, at the edge of a lake. A bald eagle flew from the other end. At first I saw it only faintly. I wished it would fly over my way. It did. As it got closer and closer I got more excited, a little afraid. But I also thought something, like If it gets too close I'll know this isn't real.
Before it got too close, though, it swooped away and landed on something like a tall juniper about fifteen feet from me. It stayed there and looked at me, as if generously acknowledging me.
I got so excited that I woke up.
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