Dream Journal

I’m living with Rebecca and two others atop this building like the Co-op in Berkeley we almost lived in. This guy came by, trying to sell something. He peeked in the window and I pretended to be asleep. But then Rebecca came home and he tried to work his deal on her. She came in and embraced me. We ran around and played, ignoring him. He became dejected and started to trudge off. Finally I was ready to hear him. It was something about exercise, but he was too depressed and walked off.

I spied on him as he went to the next apartment. Still kinda down, he tried again. Someone answered the door and he convinced her to join a marching band (from some high school) who escorted her downstairs to the courtyard. He gave her some useless prizes. Rebecca, also watching, wanted the prizes. He came over and tried to convince us and I resisted. Rebecca accepted and so did some others.

Then I heard all these screechy scratchy sounds — emotions in the M-band! I could make out different ones — some happy, some depressed. I ran to go help and saw some weird party going on.