La Boutique Obscure: 124 Dreams

No. 101: January 1972

Disorder

All at once I realized there were damp stains on my living room carpet. Maybe it’s the cat.

I pat and sniff: nothing. But there’s a lot of it, everywhere.

I walked into my kitchen: it was an unbelievable mess.

It seems like a large section of the (blue) wall has come off, but it’s only a plastic trash bag in a corner over the sink.

I decided to clean up and, first of all, to change.

I tried, with no luck, to get into a pair of brown corduroy pants that are obviously too small for me: they clearly belong to. and I’m surprised she didn’t take them with her.