I dreamed not too many nights ago that Brad and I lived in a city, in an old dark apartment building. Oddly enough, we were connected by a staircase to a bakery, lots of goodies.
Telling Brad about the dream, I mentioned that it stood out to me that there was no way our little home was secured from the public. It seemed very open to the bakery. (My only recurring dream has been about trying to open “locked” doors only to find the locks broken, usually a scary dream.)
But Brad was concerned more that I was living upstairs from a bakery.
