In my dream, as usual, I woke up early. I had breakfast. I came out of the door with my bag. I enjoyed the fresh air in the morning. I enjoyed the sunshine on my body.

I found myself as a substitute teacher in this classroom of kids. I was there with no notes or plans from the teacher, so I was just winging it with the kids, the problem is, kids get restless.

In this dream, I discovered a mushroom that sort of resembled an orchid in size & shape, and after some research, I learned that this was a rare type of mushroom.

Walking on the LES at night, people crowding the streets and sidewalks, like Mardi Gras.

I am in the very expensive Manhattan apartment of a financial advisor. She manages retirement plans.

I was walking around with my friends downtown like any normal day, but we all were inside individual bubbles.

I had a dream the world was ending. It was supposed to happen the next day.

In this dream, everywhere I went, I was seeing 212 and 112, 212 112, 212 112.

It was raining—I was trying to catch a train with my mom and sister.

Last night I dreamed that I was wandering the streets of NYC and they were empty.