All of my dreams are about houses. When I was younger and used to dream, I rarely noticed the scenery; it was always about the people or the feelings. Then there was most of college, when I didn't sleep enough to dream. But now I'm aware of every tile and hallway and storage space.
Unrelatedly, I'm having this weird social anxiety. It's different than the fear I used to have that people didn't like me. I feel...displaced.
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