(Entered in paper journal at 9:10 AM at Ozzie's coffee shop on Garfield Street and 5th Avenue in Brooklyn.)
Dream 1
I was changing or moving sprinklers early in the morning on a sunny day. The place was a park. I think it was wide open, but it was also like a labyrinth. It felt uncannily lonely.
There were hundreds of sprinklers running along the hose. I was proud of the way many of them had been set up.
The park developed into a labyrinth of tents The sprinklers became just streams of water shooting out of spaced holes in the hose. I wondered how water could get around the whole lawn, but I was also amazed at how high the stream went.
The tents were dull green and house-shaped and had an overhanging flap in front of the door. I went under a flap and saw my college friend SA laying with her head toward the door. She looked tired and weak, but she waved at me and smiled. I smiled and waved and walked away again.
Dream 2
There was a design like on an Olmec plate, something like this.
There was also a glowing woman in bright white clothing and black hair. I couldn't step on some part of the design, either the one-circle or the two-circles, or something would happen to the woman.
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