When I first came to Delhi, I used to have frequent nightmares and even sleep paralysis because I was sleeping in a new place. I used to feel that the location is insecure, with one of the rooms having a wall or a door connected to another house, without my knowledge. This other house opened up into an apartment complex with a corridor full of flats. The lower floors of the apartment was full of commercial shops, with the buildings arranged in ring, and a playground in the middle. The basement floors had an entire shopping mall kind of setup. I stopped seeing this place about six months after moving to Delhi.
After a tox break, I saw this same setting again, but this time, it was not a nightmarish environment. I saw some old friends, as well as unknown people who were entirely imaginary old friends. They were all holed up in an apartment, and it was essentially a friend circle from Thane who formed a support group in Delhi to fend off social isolation. There was even a Nepali there who sort of resembled some dude I met at a party in the hills. I woke up thinking maybe refraining from smoking could improve my sleep further.
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