Entry #2703.XI.2024
I needed to deliver some parcel to Russia, but without crossing its border as that would put me out of asylum.
I engineered a plan to fly through a Moscow airport and give the parcel to local police in the international area of the airport. I had a long conversation with these people in English trying to explain them that i want them to bring this parcel to mail while also trying to hide the fact that i know russian; this was in a weird corner-booth with low ceilings, but quite well-lit. The parcel itself was rectangular, wrapped in brown paper and tied with a thin rope.
After that i had a flight from this international area to New York, which i remember none of, and from there took an Amtrack train to Chicago. The next scene i actually remember was already in Chicago, where i was situating myself in almost exact same living conditions which i'm in right now; i even had an Arabic-speaking roommate. The room i got was lit with bright white sunlight and had two side-to-side low beds / mattresses.
I remember walking through the city into some tertiary space (trinkets shop?) where i was friends with a couple queer people running the place, who were shooting short videos of me about my fictional worlds and other creations. These videos somehow got popular, and the dream ended with me not knowing what to do with that next.