Gah. Perhaps my dreams will enlighten me. Btw, last night I dreamt I was searching for a Bart station to take a train home; the fabricated station was cavernous, seemed abandoned. Suddenly I hear the echo of my name and I venture deeper, searching for the source. But there was nothing there, it was just my mom calling me irl. Earlier in the dream I had been walking around the city with Michelle, catas old friend, and her boyfriend, who I deemed to be “too immature” bc oblivious, and she deserved someone who could be aware and respond to her needs. A thinly veiled projection?