Dream last night: I was homeless. A bunch of us. Purple sleeping bag--took a while to find. Then police & dog kicked me out. "Okay, I guess can go back to my Dad's house," I told him. (But thinking: come back later.)
Then, an abandoned bookstore--a
crowd of us. Walked by, overheard some guys--maybe hiding stolen money
in some books. Had to pretend I didn't hear them.
Then, at the subway station. Two guys--with entourages--going to fight. Thenone pulls out a shotgun, shoots the other. I saw it (even blood), from far away.
Crowds disperse. Then... [I forgot.] But remember thinking: "In the confusion, I can go back and check..." A. Maybe the bookstore again, B. My sleeping bag ? Anyhow...
O Dreamland ! What adventure awaits me tonight ?