Turquoise Dreams

9.17.15

This was 2 days ago, continuing with the theme of current waking life.

I'm in some kind of a dormitory on a bed. Feeling really crappy, as in sick.

I decide to move my bed to another room. It's really small, only fits maybe 2 beds. Lots of people are walking through it. I push my bed to the wall and even this way the door can't be opened all the way, that's how small the room is.

Some woman walks by and tells me that's her space and walks away. I know it's not, she is just saying it. I say whatever. I wasn't gonna move but wasn't gonna fight either. Then I think better and I walk to the group of people she is with. I grab her by the collar by both hands, drag her away and tell her in no uncertain terms, that that's my space.