Dream Journal
I stood with a man in a long dark coat. I traded a nubby ball-type object for something that he had and I wanted. As soon as the nubby ball left my fingers, I knew that I shouldn’t have given up the ball. I really wanted what he had.
I slept on a bed in my parents’ living room. When I woke, the bottom sheet was soaking wet because I had bathed before going to bed, and my hair was still wet.