Nightmare of the morning.

[xyzzysqrl]

Dreamt that we moved to a new, very fancy apartment in a huge building that was more like a shopping mall than an apartment building, and the new apartment was something like 1784. And then I spent the entire dream going "We live in apartment... 415, right? No... Okay, let me take the stairs and try to work this out... I know it's four digits. Like a date. 1776. 1955. It had a 7 in it. 7120. Yes, that must be it. I'LL GET COFFEE THAT WILL HELP." and walking up and down stairs.

Just lost and confused and dazed.

"I'll call the apartment. The woof will know where we live. What's our phone number? Uh... twelve. ...no, that seems wrong..."

I fucking hate numbers. I do.

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[pocketofheather.livejournal.com]

And it turned out the apartment number was the last four digits of your phone number!

[xyzzysqrl]

AAAAAUGH

(It might have been. I'm not sure.)