Dream journal

[hudebnik]

I read a newspaper article profiling a little old lady who owned and lived in an apartment building on the Brooklyn waterfront with two distinguishing features: first, her marketing manager was a 12-year boy (also living in the building) with a knack for jingles; and second, the building (named The Falconwood) had an unusually large number of residents with falcons and/or greyhounds. So I told shalmestere about it, and she immediately wanted to move there.