Last night I dreamt I was in a hotel room with a bright purple horse sleeping beside me on the floor. The horse woke up and started galloping, like full blown, coming down the stretch, last furlong of the race, gallop to one side of the room. Then he'd stop and gallop to the other side. Then we both got kicked out.
That's the normal dream. Last May I moved to a furnished apartment and almost immediately started having 9/11 dreams. They were terrible and happened often. A while ago I was standing on a ladder changing a light bulb in my bedroom and because of the different vantage point took notice of the photograph hanging above my bed for the first time. It's the typical Manhattan skyline picture with the twin towers front and center. Completely unremarkable in every way.
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