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I had two or three large pillows in my arms and didn’t want to be seen carrying them by the fancy restaurant clientele so I made for the nearest exit out of the marble-floored building. Across the street was a plaza with a well-known comicbook store adorned with its brands in a plain large typeset, which I recognized as New York City, again. There must be a way to confirm my location before contacting nearby relatives, even in this dream, maybe if I looked it up online, somehow completely forgetting that phones have had GPS for years. (It embarrasses me further that Google has record I performed such search.) I sat down on a bench between two attractive women, one younger and friendlier, the other in a flowing long white coat and couldn’t be bothered on her call. She didn’t seem to care and walked off when a brown dog approached and tugged on my eyeball socket while a voice, presumably a speaker it was carrying asked me how I was doing. They’ll be putting Alexa on collars, mark my word.

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