Dream Journal
I was walking down the hallway of our apartment building towards the back stairwell, most likely taking out the trash. I went through the swinging door separating each half of the building, I saw B’s bicycle (the one that had been stolen) leaning up against the hallway wall. It stood next to an apartment door standing wide open, inside the apartment was almost empty of possessions yet still had people in there, as if the inhabitants were moving out. I grabbed the bike and rolled it quickly back to our apartment to show B. I noticed that the rear tire (the one missing at the time of it being stolen) was a small street tire while the front was still the original mountain bike tire. I had him look and see if the serial number was his, and he saw that it was. I wanted to tell him to call the police and get our neighbors picked up for theft, but I didn’t tell him.
Themes: B