(Entered in paper journal at 9:12 AM at Starbucks on 1st Street and 7th Avenue in Brooklyn.)
Dream 1
I pulled mail out of a mailbox. I may have gone back into my house. I filed through the mail. Some of it was mine. But some of it was my landlady's. I was relieved to see my mail had finally arrived. But I couldn't figure out how to keep my mail and put my landlady's mail back. I thought if I put back one piece of mail I'd have to put back everything.
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