No Place to be Alone
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I dreamed that I moved into a new condo. I was coming home to the new condo after a very long tiring day and as I walked up the stairs to my new place i kept seeing signs on walls. The signs identified each cluster of condos by a theme. For example there was a group of ritzy condos.
My group was artistic and we had white flower petals scattered on the carpeted stairs leading up to the shared kitchen. In this condo you had a bedroom and then all the rest of the space, including showers, kitchen, dining rooms, were shared spaces.
I walked into the kitchen and it was crowded. There were many people I didn't know and they all seemed to want to talk to me, but I just wanted to be alone. I walked through and went towards my room. There was a woman coming out of the door. It was Anna and she was being stealthy and turning the key.
I confronted her, "Anna you can not go into my room unless invited." She was really rude about that and acted as if that was my problem then she huffed off.
I went in and then my sister came in after me. I told her to stop leaving the key in the lock since it allowed people to come in when we are gone. She ignored me, as usual. And then some of her friends came and they started to chat and move around.
I got into my bed and pulled the covers over my head. But couldn't sleep with all the people talking so I got up. I wanted to wash my hands but when I went to the sink in the room it was clogged with ground beef and water. I thought, "Yuck!" I started cleaning it out and began to get a little mad.
I noticed that our room's front wall was folded back and open. I wandered out and saw people sitting at little cafe tables all over the place. One person at each eating their dinner. I went back into my room and found a large round table setup in there with 5 children seated waiting for their supper.
I'm outraged, "what are you doing in my room! Get out! Get out!" The waiter came and helped the children move and told me that if I didn't want people to dine in my room I had to press the button at the front of the room that lights up a red light reading something like no vacancy.
I'm crying now and I say, "I don't think I can live with all this, it's not what I thought." And the waiter broke my heart by saying, "yes, it's better you realize you don't fit in at once so you can leave."

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