(Entered in paper journal at 5:40 AM at home in Harlem.)
Dream 1
I went inside a huge structure that functioned as a crane.
It was used, I think, to create enormous skyscrapers. But the body of the "crane" itself was actually like an office building. Through the grid of glass windows on its sides I saw a bunch of different office areas.
I was now inside. I had a box of copy paper or office supplies in my arms. I walked through what looked like a kind of dusty, shuffled-through field office, toward a printer. The "crane" kept wobbling back and forth, so that I felt like I was on waves.
I kept looking for some proof that I wasn't wasting my time on this crane project. At some point I was to meet with two or three men and tell them my opinion.
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