Jul 11, 2002 03:10
I had a strange dream when I napped tonight.
I had a dolly stacked with Diamond 200 boxes. The stack was the size of a shed and I had to push it through rain slicked streets. I found it hard to walk and kept slipping. For some reason I was doing this for my job and I was pissed off. The comic boxes became all of my belongings which I had to load onto a train. Fortunately the train was being held for me. When I arrived at my destination the conductor and cleaning staff (?) were impatient with me and threw most of my stuff out in the rain. I started to move into my new apartment which was above Marco's. He was there when I arrived. The place was huge, dark, and dilapidated. I hated it. I felt very alone when he left.
I think I'm starting to dread the moving process which shall begin very soon.