I think I had two dreams, though they were very similar.

In the first I was going to buy an apartment. I drove and parked at a building, but it wasn’t at a leasing office. Instead I parked in front of the veterinary clinic, the one I used to take Scarlet to when I lived with my mom.

I walked inside. I remember there was a really long corridor with other people. It was like being inside of a hospital. Totally not how the actual clinic is set up. There was a shopping cart. I ended up pushing it down the corridor as if I were going grocery shopping, though I didn’t pick anything up. I’m not sure why I had it at all, why it was even there.

Even in the dream I thought it was weird, but it seemed like something I was supposed to be doing, so I did it.

When I got to the end of the corridor Kari was there, the property manager from La Aloma.

She was so happy to see me. She said she had been waiting for me and that the paper work was ready and just needed to be signed.

I left the shopping cart to the side of the corridor, trying to put it out of the way so it wouldn’t mess with anyone. I followed Kari as she went behind a counter, one like a doctor’s office, where there is a glass window separating you from the person. She got some papers then came back around and started explaining it to me.

I was getting a prorated month, so when I only owed in I $150 the first time I paid. I couldn’t figure out what my normal monthly expense was going to be though, and she never really answered my question about it.

She was being so nice and ‘helpful’ that I didn’t press the issue. I didn’t want her to think I was silly, or slow for not understanding the information.

She gave me the papers and I turned around to go fill them out. There were round tables behind me, like the ones at my YMCA. There was an empty table a little ways away, so I went to it to fill the paper out.

I read over the papers. I remember reading the numbers. I remembered worrying that I wouldn’t have enough money. There was a stack of napkins on the table, and I took one, scribbling ‘Power’ and ‘Internet’ onto them, because I realized I would have to open new accounts for the apartment, and there would most likely be deposits that I would have to pay, in addition to the apartment fee.

Feeling uneasy about the expenses, I took my wallet out. I was going to pay, though I don’t remember for what. The money for the apartment wasn’t due until I moved in which wasn’t happening yet.

Either way, I opened my wallet to get my debit card and it wasn’t there. Everything else was as it should be, but in the slot where my debit card was supposed to be there was nothing.

I couldn’t remember using it anywhere. It was as if it had never existed, like I never owned one.

I remember feelings of panic. What was I going to do? Where was the card? How was I supposed to pay for anything? How was I going to make it for the rest of the day, or buy anything else that I needed to?

I don’t think I really woke up, but there wasn’t any more to that dream.

The one I just had was very similar, though much less detailed.

I was standing somewhere, and again checked my wallet to see my debit card missing. I remembered using it at Publix, so I began retracing my steps mentally, trying to figure out where I could have lost it.

That’s when I woke up.