April 15, 2017.
Three dreams.
- In which I could play piano very well. Improvising ascending chords. Comping over melody.
- In which my partner was taken to an event where she was to speak on refugees and immigration. This talk was foisted upon her.
- In which I dreamt of the store. The basement of which was rearranged. I commented that each time I went down there it was cleaner and increasingly more organized.
Upstairs the registers were run by staff unknown to me.