Home is where I'm Alone

Date: 12/20/2025

In my dream last night I was renting an apartment. It was really nice and quirky. It reminded me of an Airbnb I rented recently in NB for my dance workshop. It was kind of lived in a hippy-like. The main room had three beds in it, in their own sections under roof awning windows (not sure what those are called). They each had linens and night tables with decor etc. like roommates lived there together. The kitchen was also in this area under a different window and a chill area with couches and maybe a TV. The apartment was classic Nova Scotian, very similar to the place I live in now (which comes up later). There's another little section of the apartment, up a small set of stairs, tucked away. This is a separate bedroom with a private bathroom etc. Everything is white walls, old wood floors, large windows and unique shapes. I decided I would take the small separate bedroom but then I wondered if I should get roommates. It seemed a waste to have three more "bedrooms" without sharing them with people. I was hanging out in the apartment when I decided that I shouldn't live there and that I should keep my original apartment (my current one). Earlier in the dream, I was feeling like I needed to move and I was like "why don't I just live in my other apartment in the South end?" And then I was in this new place. So I decided I would go back to my original place and then someone was coming up the stairs to come in. It was a young woman and we sat talking, she was my landlord and told me that it was no problem that I wasn't going to take the place. I saw out the window that my apartment was in the building right next door. She owned both of them. As we're talking and carrying on, I look at her and find her really pretty, but like secretly pretty. I ask her how she affords these two buildings, I assume an inheritance. She looks at me and says "what do you think?" And I said "Only Fans?" she replies, sort of, more intense. I was like ohhh. Turns out she is a prostitute or sex worker. As she is telling me this, an older woman, also skinny and kind of pretty comes up into the place. She is also a sex worker and they talk about how Navy ships and rig jobs hire them to come visit the boats to help keep morale up among the men. I thought this was a great idea in my head and was curious about their work. They started to describe the issues they faced. Men who had innate anger towards women and by the way they were talking I could tell that they would sometimes get attached to customers too and wish they would call more. Both of them seemed to have low self esteem, but the older one showed much more. I felt the younger one could get "out of the game" if she wanted to. She was obviously doing well for herself in these two apartment buildings. I kind of thought they were gross by the end of the conversation, seeing more etching on their faces and signs of wear and tear. There was also a part where the older woman's crotch was nearing to mine and I didn't want the energy of all of that to transfer over to my sacral etc. I left and walked down the stairs to go to the building next door. The next part of my dream I was with my friend Vive and her new dog Chanti, we were looking for a place to park and camp. I was in my dad's van and then I was alone. I was sleeping in the van as if it were my home and I wanted to park in a place that wasn't totally isolated but also away from others. It was winter and I was bundled up for the cold in the van. It was like a camp ground, but more like the woods with some gravel roads. I fell asleep on the mattress in the van wondering where I would live. Kind of wanting to be alone but also close enough to people for the comfort of safety. The end.