Been so neglectful recording my dreams these days that they're forgotten. Last night I dreamt I was back in college with my bitch roommate. Our dorm room was huge and looked more like an antique store it was so full of knick-knacks. I recall brass candlesticks and glass shelves. I don't remember a lot about the very long dream except that I was moving out and my roommate was there, bitchy as ever.
The next dream concerned my brother, and too bad I don't remember much else. My mind wonders.
Happy New Year!
