Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 6/2/2022
By Purple
In my dream I was back at my old apartment on fish Avenue. I wanted to leave through the front of the apartment. But I needed to do my laundry and I needed to use the bathroom. I decided to throw my wash in the laundry and pick it up when I was done with work. But it wasn’t my washing machine. It belonged to the landlord. I was kind of in a hurry because Time was going quickly. I had my laundry detergent and a few other bottles and cleaner with me. I didn’t want to go back into my apartment. So I left the three plastic jugs outside of the screen door. I figured I would take my chances that they would be stolen or thrown out. I also wanted to take my blanket with me because of how cold it is in the office. However, I won’t go taking the big and heavy blanket. I didn’t fold it, so it was extraordinarily large and clunky. I didn’t wanna just leave it in the street, and I figured it would be worth the inconvenience to carry it. I was hoping that I would find a break somewhere to actually fold it to make it easier to carry. I was already in a hurry when I bumped into my landlord, Joe. He was telling me that I shouldn’t have left my laundry there because his wife Arlene uses the washing machine during the day when I am at work. I apologized for it and told him I didn’t really think it through. I was as polite as possible to him while on the inside I was very anxious because I was already running late for work and I really wanted to get going. I figured since I left the back of the house, I would go to the Morris Park Avenue station. I didn’t have time to go to the bathroom like I would have wanted to. I was trying to use my memory as best as possible to get to the station without making any extra steps. The platform was very very crowded. I was still carrying my big clunky blanket with me. When I got downstairs to the train platform, I made a left. I was all the way at the back of the station where the last car would pull in. I saw my brother Tommy talking to three other guys. Tommy was wearing a baseball cap. We had eye contact and he nodded toward me. He said, “What’s up, Lis?” I noticed there was a bench at the end of the platform and there was a lady there eating out of a can of tuna fish. That was a very filthy, unhealthy, flea infested cat that was rubbing up against the ladies legs. She was giving the cat some of the tunafish. I felt really bad for this cat. It was a black cat but missing a lot of fur. The ears were large and red and inflamed. Even though I saw the lady feeding the cat, I felt like I was a part of her. As if I can see myself doing the same thing: sharing my tuna with a flea-infested stray cat. I felt my brother was judging me while still being active in conversation with the three other guys. Dream ends.