Glass House

June 1994

I was in a strange house I did not recognize. Every wall was made completely of glass. It was night and there were some small lamps on and positioned on the floor. The floors and ceiling were also made of glass except for the bottom floor, that was wood. John R was sleeping on the couch.

I was then walking down the street with cork, down Yawpo, we were going to rent a movie. We got to the store and there was nothing good to watch. We sort of went into a back room and saw lots of shelves, but only three or four movies on them. (I remember the movies in the dream, but can;tt now) There was also a small game room in the the back.

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