A couple of nights ago, I had a vivid dream. I went to San Francisco and met an old Swedish acquaintance there. He gave me the keys to his apartment and said he never wanted to live there again and that I could have it. When I woke up, I had his name on my forehead.
I have neither seen, nor talked to him, for at least three decades. It's not even someone I know very well, more than that he's a former student of my mother's, so I was quite startled in the morning, but decided to look him up. Turns out that he works in Real Estate... and IT for public housing in Sweden, the same housing I had to live in, in 2014 when the stalking escalated with burglaries. Through him then, I think I can find someone to contact to solve it. Needless to say, I emailed him.
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