dear in my dream diary,
i broke a mirror in my dream last night. i'm wondering now if i will have bad luck in my dreams for seven years. then we moved all our shit to california, including my bathtub, which incidentally i had the most magnificent and intimate bath in last nite- it was to DIE for. in california we moved into my aunt and uncles old glass car dealership showroom that was empty- and this was to be our new home. the only thing in the entire building was a blow up dracula dude on top of a fan- with beedy red eyes- a leftover advertisement my cousins had just kept in there as a creepy joke. my cousin tommy unlocked the doors for me and gave us the keys and turned on all the lights. i could see into cars and the faces of their drivers as they drove by and looked into the showroom- our home- and i thought, "i will never be able to pick my nose here."