(Entered in paper journal at 9:30 AM at Connecticut Muffin in Windsor Terrace, Brooklyn.)
Dream #1
I was in "my apartment," which was enormous. It was a one bedroom, I told myself. But it had two gigantic rooms next to one another, and possibly two smaller rooms beside (or in front of) those two rooms. There might also have been another upstairs level. The two rooms were completely empty. It was daytime, and a dim light came in through all the windows.
I walked to my "one bedroom," which was at the end of one of the large rooms. This was a very small room with a bed and some clutter in it. As I stood in this room, I wondered how I could possibly have anybody else stay here, given how cluttered the place already was. And plus, I thought, this place is a one-bedroom. If somebody else comes here, it will be a zero-bedroom.
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