Dreamed this morning again of having to move out of my last apartment (the one I was in for nine years before developers kicked us out). This dream, I wasn’t the last to move out, but I did see other people throwing a party in the pool even though the demolition crew was on site. Power was still on. My old carpet still had marks from the vacuum cleaner, though I knew it was all getting torn down (the balcony was in an active state of decay). F’n weird. I guess some concepts just stick in my mind. Wish I knew why it keeps flashing back.