Honey I’m lillighor and I don’t lock the door - printer paper sign, green printer ink, exaggerated limerick font, on the door of an inside connecting area between streets in a dream chicago; hallways, random stairs, various doors, slightly abandoned but not completely, some guy came through when I was trying to find my way back to the car or something or someone for some relatively urgent reason; I was afraid he had a gun but he turned out apparently to be harmless, just some guy