I had a long, elaborate dream, but don’t remember much. I do remember being in a surreal department store but not what made it surreal or what it is I wanted, other than lunch. The time seemed to be more in the past than in the present — perhaps mid-century. I also vaguely remember something about being followed by a man and his wife, and the man following me out of the building.

I escaped into a maze of interconnected apartment buildings and into the home that appeared to be that of a writer or journalist. I sat down at his typewriter and tried to write something that made sense and was accurate because I had a sense that nothing that was written ever was. Then I felt that I was about to be caught — the man was still pursuing me — so I left through the back and discovered myself in a surreal maze of homes with back yards all crammed together and fenced in oddly — at a height. There were numerous dead ends and seemingly nowhere to go, yet I managed to get away.

Two narrow escapes in the same dream. From what?