Written 11:05am, 03 June 2020, Wednesday:
At a gym locker room looking through, maybe, the perspective of –. The manager of the gym had her locker opened and was telling — that she’s banned from the gym because they found drugs in her locker. She appears indifferent, unmoved. There’s a big ziplock bag full of pills under a book or a laptop. She knows they’re not really hers per se; she was just supposed to give it to someone else after gym workout. Another woman, –‘s friend standing to her left unseen, tells the manager the drugs are actually hers, not –‘s, and that she put it in –‘s locker so she wouldn’t get caught. There’s no logic to this outside the dream, but I guess it made sense inside. — then approaches (or I see from her perspective that she approaches) the locker and tells the manager something to the effect that she would sue the gym for libel or slander, accusing her of something when the real perpetrator is right there to her left. . . Again this doesn’t make sense in waking life. Maybe she said she’d sue them for invasion of privacy, opening her locker without consent and warrant, but this is me trying to make sense of it awake from the dream a day later, posting on this blog. — pulls out her light green fleece sweater. The bottom wrist ends of the sleeves look like they’ve been branded burnt black with grill marks.
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