Last night I dreampt that I had moved to 1 room in this dirty dark warehouse. The walls were concrete and rusty. The first thing I had done when I moved in was hang up fun posters, add a lamp for good lighting effect, and unpack my clothes.

I had a friend stay over and the next morning, they told me that my apartment was haunted and run down and that I needed to leave. I looked around and realized, that they were right and I was surprised that I had moved there in the first place.

I packed up all of my belongings and went into the hall seeing how dark and dingy this warehouse really was. I felt unsafe and alone at the end of the concrete walls. I told the landlord, who was running around playing with all of these people in their 20’s, that I didn’t feel safe and wanted out of my lease. I looked around at the other residence and wondered why I had felt so uncomfortable when they all had looked so happy in their space.

There was a chairlift going through the warehouse and all of these people that I knew from a local bar were there. One of them had flipped off my friend and I turned around and said, “That’s not very nice!” in which they replied, ” I was joking.” And she shot me a glaring evil look. I knew that I was not in the right space and needed to leave.

The rest of the dream has evaporated from my mind, but more than likely, a scene from the dream will sneak into my day.