A note in the hall

Having written the last entry another dream came back to me that I'd previously forgotten. One of the rented flat series. This time I am finally able to return to my flat after some time when I have not been able to get there. I go in the street door which is not locked, but not into my flat as I don't have the key with me. Pinned inside the front door is a note with my name on it. I read the note.

A rented flat

It's nagging at me again. The unconscious or whatever it is that nags at you through dreams. I get the impression that it wants me to pay attention to something when a thread or theme runs through several dreams, but all I can recall are fragments.

A rented flat featured in a couple. Not a flat that I've ever actually lived in but a mean and shabby little bolt-hole with unfamiliar things in it. I had a suitcase with me and was annoyed to find I'd brought an inappropriate selection of clothing so it's clear I wasn't living there. In a more recent dream I had trouble pronouncing my own name which had changed for no reason that I knew of. It had a similar feel to the flat dreams, a sense of dislocation.