4-17-08

I'm living in a high rise apartment building, but not just any building. It's the World Trade Center rebuilt, and this time it's in Connecticut. People who have apartments in this building are called "agents."

Much of this skyscraper is still being built and under construction. At one point I come home from work and all the plumbing is malfunctioning, causing the toilets to flush continuously. All the agents have to go down to the first floor bathroom that's the size of a utility closet and there's a long line.

I don't think I can hold it that long. My sister shows up and says that there's an industrial complex of shops and businesses on Dodlin Road that accepts agents. We walk down the road and now it's nighttime and the building is closed for the night. We head back and I start crying because I need to go and there's no place available.

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Dodlin Road is an actual road where my best friend from school lived. I was born in Connecticut.