Dreamt about the Louisiana bayous. Swamps with stepped water. Many people had various crafts to navigate over and through the water. I did not. I felt like it was a problem, but looking back, I didn't really need one unless I wanted to leave where I already was.
There wasn't a point.
I then found myself under the impression that I was to move into a domicile with a lady friend.
We were to clean out the room. We each had our own beds. Yes, we had dated, but that was not our intention any longer.
After moving things around for a while, an old lady came in and asked me why I was moving her things around. Was I trying to replace her?
It dawned on me, I wasn't invited. It was never intended for me to stay. I felt used and as though only my effort and labor, not my company, was the only thing of value.
The olds woman and her associates were kind, however. She did my laundry without my asking. This bothered my some; I felt guilty for seeming to take the place of someone who'd do me such a favor, even though that was never my intention.
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