t’s not always hard to analyse one’s dreams. So for some reason in my dream last night I didn’t have anywhere to live, so I moved everything I owned out of my flat and into the middle of a park. In the park I arranged everything exactly as it had been in my room in my flat. And I lived there successfully for a few weeks. But one day I came home and half of my stuff was gone – and a man was carrying my belongings towards a van parked in a nearby street. And I ran to him and begged him not to take my stuff, and scrabbled for the bare necessities that I would need to get along with. I kept trying to persuade him that he couldn’t take it all away…
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