A couple days ago I had a dream that I was in New York City again. Actually, I have these dreams all the time. Had one this morning in fact. They often involve a particular section of the city (which is probably imaginary - a hybrid of many points, and many cities) and an elaborate subway system where something is always completely screwy. Anyway, in this version of the dream, I was wearing one of those dress uniforms that Marines wear. Except I had on my regular shoes, instead of whatever Marines wear for shoes. I think I had one of their little hats too, but I’m not sure. Anyway, I was going from weird little shop to weird little shop, looking for something. This is also a common recurrence in the NYC dreams. This time, I was trying to buy some kind of fancy knife. Which I guess relates to my “warrior” costume I was wearing. Not sure if I ever got one, but I don’t think so. The last thing I remember is I walked into this shop which was filled with little metal trinkets. I went over to one which had all these pins and rings and things of like animals, symbols and various things. A few caught my eye as being especially magical or important. Don’t know if I got one or what. Come to think of it, the little trinkets were kind of similar to the ones inside the boxes of Nazi treasure from a dream I had about a month ago.

Also had another NYC dream this morning, which is much less narrative. These dreams often involve an apartment or living space of some kind, something about which is desperately wrong, but we’re making do. Sort of an allusion to our living situation at the time. Sometimes a wall or ceiling will be missing. This time though, inside of the apartment was a huge field and hill. Completely enclosed, or else somehow overlapping in the same space. Usually I’m sharing the apartment with my friend and old roomate Drew. But this time, I was merely visiting him - which is a new development. Anyway, when I come inside, there was a little counter set up just inside his door, with a funny little Chinese lady selling corner-store style junk. In real life, she runs a Chinese take-out place I sometimes go to. I recognized her, and we laughed and I asked her what she was doing here. She said her “father owned many stores” or something like that. She informed me that to get to Drew’s room, I’d have to go to the bottom of the hill on the far side to find it. Having a hill inside seems kind of cool, but it was not. It was unpleasant. The grass was brown and dead. I don’t remember how this dream ended.