(Entered in paper journal at 4 PM at Starbucks on Broadway and Liberty in Manhattan.)
Dream 1
I was on a floor, maybe the twelfth, of a tall building. I had been following a lady around, maybe to help her with something, possibly to apologize for something. I don't think she wanted me to follow her. We went past an elevator bank.
She disappeared. I went into one of the elevators, thinking she'd gone in there. I wanted to go down either to the tenth or eleventh floor. I knew I'd have to skip a floor to get there, but I didn't know if the elevator could go that far.
The elevator started going down before the doors closed. As it was only halfway down the floor it stopped, with the doors open, like the elevator car was just a shaft with a floor. A woman stood in the half-open door crack and looked down on me. She had stopped the car.
I worried that now I wouldn't get down on time. I did something and was going again. But now I was going down really fast and for a longer time than I thought I should have been going. There were windows and blinds in front of me. I pulled down one of the blinds to see that we were descending onto a "subway" platform.
When I pulled away from the blinds it was like I was sitting on a Metro North train. The train stopped. I got out. I may have been with woman.
I turned around. I "saw" that I had left some papers and books in my seat. I wanted to go back and get them. But the doors had closed.
I ran up to the front of the train, which was now a long limousine with black-tinted windows. I knocked on the glass. I knew that as the car hadn't stopped moving yet the driver would open the door, although he still might be rude and bullying and prevent me from getting my stuff.
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