Dream 1
It was daytime. I sat in one of the front rows of an outdoor theater. The stage was raised above the front row seats and appeared to be covered with grass. I sat beside a friend like ML.
A man was "on stage," though only his head could be seen, as if he were in a trench. The show was some kind of church youth group sermon. The speaker, some Asian or Pacific Islander man, who acted almost flamboyantly gay, was trying to be half magician and half comedian.
The man now made some magic joke that related to God. It used some peach pit or walnut and then a cherry-wood or red-stained wood box which at times had solid sides
and at other times had only frame sides.
The magician-comedian put the nut or pit on the ground and then put the box on the nut or pit.
I don't know what happened next, nor do I remember the guy's spoken routine, which used the nut or pit as an allegory for something in life we always concentrate on when something inside it or around it that would have been obvious had we paid attention to everything -- that this thing now made the nut or pit insignificant.
As the joke/trick reached its climax I jiltedly turned to "ML" and said, "Oh, I know this trick." I then explained the trick. "ML" now looked ashamed because he had been interested in the trick and speech. I felt bad for making "ML" ashamed.
Now it was like I was working with my Americorps NYC Parks crew in the same space, except the space was a garden now, or a couple smaller gardens surrounded by a lot of lawn which had a couple very small, rolling slopes in it. The gardens only had trees on them. Just one or two trees. The rest had to be planted. I feel like I wasn't being included in other work because I wasn't good enough.
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