The other day I had a dream that my next door neighbors were #[0]​ and #[1]​ and across the street was #[2]​.

For some reason Saylor was moving into the neighborhood, Preston had moving in 6 mths ago but NVK was always my neighbor.

I was challenging myself to wake up and realize this was just a dream, because Saylor would not move to a middle class neighborhood in Canada.

In the dream I woke up from the dream and thought “what a weird dream” and then I went across the street to Rodolfo’s house to hang out with him and Preston.

The I woke up from the real dream.