Ravings of a Textual Deviant

Tomorrow I’m off to help my friend move. This is the continuation of the move that didn’t happen last weekend. That’s probably what triggered my bizarre dream last night.

I dreamed that I was moving into a townhouse at Knightridge apartments, in Bloomington. (I lived there when I was in graduate school, as did several of my friends.) I was going to be rooming with my friend Heather M., because we were both going back for MLIS degrees. When I got there to check the place out, the previous occupants hadn’t moved out yet–they were in a mad frenzy of packing. I kept trying to call Heather on my cell phone, but couldn’t reach her. As I was wandering through the chaos of the previous tennants moving out, I kept finding more rooms with stuff in them every time I opened an interior door.

I hate moving.

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