
Written on 08 April 2020, Wednesday:
I walk into our apartment. It’s dimly lit, or the lights are turned off. I’m looking for a flatmate. I hear him talking to I guess my other flatmate. As I walk in I see his room is empty. Unintentionally, I walked into his room, even though I was just entering the flat, which is quite empty except for a number of chairs. I don’t remember what I was trying to do, or what I was to ask my flatmate, don remember my intention at all, but I see though another bedroom and it’s also empty, and then another bedroom, and I start to wonder why or how there’s so many bedrooms on this lower floor (in the outside ‘real’ world, my bedroom is upstairs). I also started to wonder if my flatmates are moving out.