A few days ago I posted about a dream that featured a home being rehabbed.

Last night, I was packing, very lightly, a toothbrush, deodorant, other small items from a very large apartment (long, many rooms, with many windows; and I was leaving. The apartment had the interesting feeling of a disaster zone. Like bombing within & without, but not as much in appearance as in energy.

I was checking all of the rooms, but excited and in a tiny bit of a rush to go, and yet, I did not want to leave any stones unturned.

Yvonnie DuBose