When I was working I used to dream about events and strangers in an office setting. It was weird. Of all the dreams I could have had, those were the worst!
I can’t imagine that dreaming about music pages for you would be any more pleasant that dreaming about office settings for me.
I’m cutting, I’m taping, I’m saying, “Wait a minute - these aren’t the right words.” It’s mildly stressful. I had my hood on and Jake getting close.
The electricity is back on at the slum apartment. Sally was texting me pictures of the cold pets, but I wasn’t sympathetic, since I’d said they could all come here.