Tuesday, September 13, 2005
I still feel so tired after a night of relatively deep sleep. I had a dream that I moved into a huge loft-like apartment in a building that looked like a fortress. The neighborhood felt industrial. Next door to my building was a school; it was in a large, windowless building of grey brick. I went there for lunch, and the director expressed an interest in hiring me to teach. I remember that behind the building where I lived there was an alley in which I could park my car, but the alley looked sinister, with barbed wire and broken glass and rubble lying all around.