Dream Journal
I was washing dishes at work when Dana comes from her office wearing black military boots. She stomps down the hallway and out onto the porch; I follow. The day is bright and sunny.
She comes back in and complains that there are a group of fleas following her everywhere. She claims that they are echoing her footsteps and making it seem to other people like she is stomping quite loudly, and making it seem to herself that someone is walking directly behind her. She is frustrated, but I don’t know what to do to help fix her flea problem.
Karen steps out of her office and walks toward a window. The handle of a broom is sticking through the glass. She tells me this is the third time in the past hour that the broom has slid through the glass. Annoyed, she props the broom up against the wall where it belongs.