I have to remember the dream I had last night.

first thing, I was moving into a new apartment, and it was like the situation with my old apartment, where I was getting it and my roommate had never seen it. So we moved in and it was on the second floor of a building with a wide grassy area in the back courtyard and an upstairs, wooden deck in front of our room. it was awesome. and our apartment was big- my roommate was a friend from college and right next to the deck so it looked like a lot of fun. One of my old friends from high school showed up, and then I remembered that this person lives in the same complex and had told me last time I visited how nice it was and how there was plenty of room left. I was, incidentally, already feeling guilty cause I had not called said friend in a long time. she had lost her glasses and some other bag that apparently the groundskeeper for the building had moved somewhere, but I helped her find it. Anyhow, we move into the apartment, and there begins a feeling that this is not really our apartment, that ours is elsewhere, but we’re not sure, and we’re even less sure about how to find out. the there is a typewriter in the room, built into the table, and I only had like 9 keys. so that’s kind of a shitty keyboard, so I am trying to figure it all out an looking at it and turning it around and upside down and stuff, and then suddenly I realize it I was type of organ or piano. then there is another instrument that look like two soft gourds attached to each other, kind of like those things that cartoon characters would use to make fires get hotter mixed with an accordion somehow. so there was music. then one of my friends from Chicago apparently lived in the building as well, even though I was most def. in stl. and the dream ended with me trying to figure out whether the nice apartment that I had moved into was really the one I was supposed to have lived in.