17 Sep 2019, Tuesday:
I was watching Nicole Byer talking to someone on the street. I heard what the conversation was about. . . maybe about pods? pads? I woke up, or half woke, thinking about the dream, fell asleep again and dreamt I was reading this poem written by Byer’s niece, I guess. It was funny and I remember seeing/reading the words very clearly, but now I forgot most of them. The last words were “door, door, door. . . . door.” I think it was even typed.
The last dream I had was clearer. I was at a post office getting ready to mail a couple of letters or cards. I felt they’re cards for my niece and nephew. Their birthdays are coming up. I asked the woman at the counter if I could get some tape to seal the envelopes. She said something, I don’t remember her exact words, but it was some snide remark about how they’re not a stationary store. I replied with a lot of anger, which actually surprised me even in the dream, as I snapped at her, but also there’s tape available at the other end of the counter. I went there and started to seal my envelopes. I was using also this complicated packaging thing that would seal the whole envelope and cover the name on the package. But then I wrote the names wrong. I was getting frustrated and thought I’d just go home, seal it there, then come back to mail it. Someone said I could mail it cheaper online. . .
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