Last night I dreamed that I had moved into a high-rise apartment at the gates of Chinatown, but was taken on a whirlwind cab ride to get there, which ended up costing me $1375 because I didn't have cash. Helen, my old landlady, was both the cab driver and my new landlady. The apartment was all windows, but I couldn't open the drapes. I still feel sick from the cab ride.
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