In my dream I and my friend who is a female are in her room and I’m sitting on her bed. Harry is also there as he keeps coming in and out of the room, neither of us seem to have a issue with this. He’s apparently tearing paper off the door as he enters and exits the room. This girl is nice, I can’t see her face but I am constantly giving her hugs, partly to feel her boobs rub against my chest. Yes that’s nice. She’s wearing a blue crop top and red or gray pants.

Rewind to a dream before that one- I’m walking up the street trying to get to my school apparently and I’m looking at the map however I see dad in the road and he tells me that naw don’t worry about the school so much, I’m suspecting that he’s been selling drugs lately. He does however tell me about my other house that the lender or the bank is having a problem with him with, this is because the walls are wet. For whatever reason the walls keep staying wet, I’m thinking because a pipe burst inside of them. Then dad is showing me these rooms of comic books where he’s really excited because they have the wrong cover, Batman and Spider-Man but no one is reading them so he gets them for the low, he has a whole room full. And the house itself has a bed in the living room and is cluttered and as the woman comes in she’s a smaller frame white woman with black hair, she points me towards the walls and says see- feel how wet they are. And I’m noticing wow- I have this whole other house which I’ve been neglecting, haven’t really paid attention to because I’ve been constantly thinking about Clovis court. Dad just seems to be standing around marveling at his comic book collection- which are mismatched. I find them weird. The road I was on before going to the house reminds me of the road next to my old home in Douglasville, close to stewards mill road, when I was living in the apartments before I went to college and left high school.