High School friends and mattress search

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Third dream of the morning: Cuddling with Noah. We are both young. Still it feels a little problematic as though I am involved with several people. But it is very sweet and nourishing. Patrick is there, and other friends from India as a vague group. R. Lal is there. Perhaps this dream takes place in India. There is a white highrise building in the background—it may be where we live. Family members have gone with mom to help trade in a mattress and bed frame. They come back because they don't have the original mattress that came with the frame on them, and Mom is trying to remember what she might have done with it. I am hanging out on the street at dusk or early evening with my friends. Mostly with Noah and trying to keep the others from really cottoning on to new developments in our relationship.