Texty

I dreamed last night I lived in a ground-floor apartment on a beach, and everyone who lived in my building kept trying to come in from the beach into the building through my patio door instead of going around to the front, because they thought it was their right to tramp sticky sand through my house. They kept telling me well, you shouldn't leave your door open, then. So I had to close it, block it off, and I couldn't feel the breeze coming in off the water anymore.