Cramped

Date: 9/3/2016

I can't remember much but it's enough to know I've had a similar dream, with a similar setting, before. Everything was cramped - the houses were a single storey tall, with low ceilings. The rooms were rectangular and not very big, the furniture and other piled up junk pressing in from all sides. Dean and I lived in one of these disgraceful homes and we were having some ki d of an argument about my ex boyfriend Mark. Weirdly enough, there was a knock on the window from the next room over, and when we went to see who it was there was Mark, leaning heavily against the window pane and clearly very drunk. He smiled when he saw me. He looked tall and solid and fatter than when I last saw him, which is definitely a good thing. He was wearing a brown leather jacket and a beanie and his eyes were rolling in their sockets. He said something like "Ay it's me, Mark P. Aren't you gonna let me in?" There was another bit where Dean and I had to run through the flat that's available down the street, only obviously in this reality it was a lot different. It looked the same as all the other houses on the street but once you got inside it was big and airy and warm, stylishly furnished with loads of room. The light even looked different - whereas the light in our flat was grey and dim, the light in this one was yellow and bright.