…Nightmare night–not extremely bad, just anxious. Dreamed about robbers scaling the apartment wall, stealing from an upstairs suite. I could see the whole thing, so I called the police, afraid that the robbers would know I did it. Next, someone saw me (not threatening though). Then beer filled up the window like windshield washing, and the guy just laughed, as if to say, “oops!”.
Then I was in my living room, sitting with a beautiful Indian man. He was peaceful and spiritual, but I was getting on his case about dropping a cigarette on my wooden Coke crate, my coffee table. I had been holding 30 cents in my hand, then I plunked it on the table beside him. He said something like, why do I always criticize him.
I had another nightmare after, but I don’t remember it. Just a restless night.
