(Monday, November 24, 2025)
The dream takes place in a limitless property I own that I share with many. My community. It feels like a new endeavor, as I wander from room to room, viewing design and furniture I have never seen before. It is a lovely space.
I pass through one room that surprises me with a pretty, comfortable place to sleep in at the far corner. Near the transition area to another room I see another bed. This one is tiny.
I walk back into the first room I inspected and meet the large, forty-ish woman who is my property manager. A small, thin, male coworker stands next to her. She has managerial vibes, and when I ask her a simple question, she goes on and on and on, not listening to me. She looks at her friend, not to me. What I want to do is simplify the beautiful environment. It is too crowded with furniture. Packed. Finally, I interrupt and tell her I can do this, I can remove and donate pieces myself.
Day notes:
Last week Cullan was finally able to move all of his belongings from Hillary’s house into my basement. The dungeon is packed.
My friend Denisea recently added folk-art wallpaper (third-eyes, flowers and ravens) to my front entryway. Her friend Lindsey helped. It has felt like a simple enhancement. A new space.
