Dreamlife

In the first snippet I recall, I’m in the middle of a three tier bunk
bed in a hostel room when the police enter and show me the photograph
of a criminal they’re looking for, a mulatto who may also be me. His
crime is a breach of computer security, but it is punishable by death.
Somehow this makes sense in the dream.

Next I’m in a dormitory or a studio apartment in a complex. Esteban,
the epicene valedictorian from my high school, and Sabrina, a
militant metrosexual from my current grad school both knock on my door
wanting to borrow my mp3 player the next morning. Esteban voices his
request through the door; I don’t open for him at that point. I think I
give him the mp3 player later and get it back from Sabrina, who
complains about how difficult it is to gauge the subministration of heat
in all its forms where we are (I have no idea where we are). We notice
there are no markings on the dials of the radiators and then she shows
me a photograph of a chicken someone tried to prepare and overcooked
because he couldn’t tell how hot he was making his oven. I meet
Sabrina’s family, who tell me how much lovelier their hometown of
Bellemore (not hard to figure that one out) was. (In waking life, I
have no idea where she’s from.)