Day 9

Last night I dreamt that I was partying in Chicago. I was with Zibi and Brian. We ended up at this rich hotel that had big windows that opened up wide to the walkway overlooking the atrium. So that the room was basically a public space. I remember Zibi giving me directions to a place we were going, that I could take public air transit part of the way out to 290. (A highway that exists both in Chicago and in Austin where I live.) Then I got news that Texas was expecting massive floods that would displace millions of people.

I can’t make sense of any of it.