Dream Journal
A woman and her husband moved into the apartment down the hall and invited B and I over to see their new contraption. I had to sit in the La-Z-Boy to properly see it, and the woman turned to her husband and asked him (loud enough so that I could hear) if he was going to let me sit in his favorite chair. He shrugged like he didn’t care. She was mean and out to get me, I knew it.
Then I was in an old abandoned house with a friend. It had been empty for years. I carried a box upstairs to the bedroom and saw a tall woman with long blonde hair standing in the middle of the room. The wind was blowing through her hair even though there was no air moving in the house. She was a ghost, and I wanted to talk to her. But she didn’t acknowledge that I was in the room. She leaned against one of the bedposts and I wondered if she was going to attack me.