June 11, 2007

Dreamt that I was looking at a studio apparment in Minnesota. I was planning to commute from Minneapolis to Oakland. The apartment turned out not to be a studio but rather a small room in a disfunctional family's house. They were looking for a lodger. It somehow had a Stepenwolf feel to it. The little boy was creepy and the stairs and doors creaked. I tried to be polite about it, but as they kept pressuring me to take it (they were desperate) I began yelling that it wasn't a studio and the commute would be ridiculous.

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I'm going to sign the papers with my new landlord in about an hour. It's a place near the lake.