Dream

 I dreamed I was walking home with a friend. She started walking without me.  I took a wrong door to get out of the building and ended up in another room. I was inside of a bicycle shop full of antique bicycles and photographs and stuff everywhere even on the ceiling. Someone will think I broke in but I am trying to get out, I thought.

I dreamed I was in the backyard of my childhood psychologist and all of the trees were plastic and even the fall leaves were plastic. "Look," I said, "all fake!"