From 16 December 2019, Monday:
The dream I remember was me standing in line to check in at a hostel/hotel. I tell the front desk attendant I’m waiting for a fellow traveller. I’m anxious about the lock on my bag, that my bag is secure. I notice, too, that it’s not my backpack, but my black REI bag, a small sort of weekender-bag, with me. The attendant leads me to my room.
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