(Entered in paper journal at 5:40 PM at Starbucks on 23rd Street and Park Avenue in Manhattan.)
Dream 1
I was talking with a man (?) about houses in Vail, Colorado. I don't know where either of us were. My vision moved along a sunny "Main Street" style small town road, heading straight from right to left. We were chatting comfortably and it was like we were talking on the phone. But at some point the movement stopped.
The man, a real estate agent, said, "But now I see, Preemie, that you have a debt of XXXXX."
I didn't even want to hear the rest.
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