I think this was a continuation of a previous dream bc it was very familiar. It was a group of girls/women young women you know and we all lived together and one day one of the girls MASR whom I loved??? We were in love?? She just disappeared and we kept looking for her and for months it’s like she’s here she’s there and we could never find her. Lots of running up and down stairs. UNTIL this dream where we do lots of running around and we are looking in our apartment complex AGAIN—like we were going around in the car yelling her name el masr and shit—and we got a tip she was seen by this guy in our complex and we just walked into his apartment and I was like jeez this place is ugly who just leaves their door open it’s messy in here there’s like bills jerseys so he’s a northerner and then he’s like right there and he heard everything I said I was like oops but I hounded him about masr and he was like yeah she should be like up and blah blah and we went running up some stairs and we open a door and it’s like a hospital? That looks like a hair dressers. And there she is there’s masr. I start sobbing like really hard like I love you and I’ve been looking for you and why have you kept hiding and leaving and she’s sick? Like dying? She’s half naked which is confusing to me like what are you wearing can we put a shirt on you. And she’s so skinny and she waves this paper in our faces that says her diagnosis but I don’t remember what it says the dream started ending at this point it was just everyone crying and me begging her to come home with us and her complaining they don’t give her enough pain killers. In the beginning our lesbian hijabi neighbor had an older hijabi over like 45+ cuz I came to our door as the lady was leaving and I was like…girl did you just cook for her or did y’all COOK? She got some nookie. Anyways