(Entered in paper journal at 5:40 AM at home in Harlem.)
Dream 1
I was in a very messy bedroom with one regular bed and one bunk bed. Either it was a bright, sunny day or the room was full of incandescent light. I was either eating or fixing dinner. I had a Tupperware container of red beans near me. There may have been a cluttered wooden bench (on which the container may have been laid) between the two beds.
The messiness of the room disturbed my appetite. I thought of cleaning the room. A woman, Hispanic or East Indian, interrupted me and demanded I clean the room as the (three?) other beds in this room were soon to be occupied. I hadn't cleaned the room because the junk in it all belonged to my roommates. But now I had to make my (landlady?) happy.
I looked at my beans for a second. I told the landlady it would take me a few minutes to get everything cleaned. Gently she said, "I'll give you fifteen minutes because you have to clean the fridge, too. The fridge is full of food." She walked out quickly.
I sat still, wanting to call after her. The fridge was full, but full of food my roommates had left behind. They had never left me any space in the fridge.
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