You were in my dream last night. Yes you, you’re the only one reading this right now. I ran into you at a coffee shop as I was walking around the town of small houses whose only road is a small creek with a few foot bridges to traverse. The humidity had gotten to your hair. There are trees here and there along the walk, they hide what’s around the town as best they can. But it was you who I ran into at the coffee shop. You don’t exist in this world, this dream world that exists solely in my mind and no one else’s.
We talked about something for a while, what it was I will never know, I never pay attention to conversations in my dreams anymore. You were the first to notice the mayhem outside, the first to grab me and pull me towards the door. Everyone was running, we were running, I never run. You reach the convertible first and I yell at you to start the engine. I tripped over the car, it was after all a small car in the town of small houses without a road, and fought to get myself to drive. I drove, fast and reckless for once, not smooth and steady until the road usually gives out under me and I plummet into the next level of a dream.
You disappeared when I reached what the trees that hide whats around the town and I lost the road to the river that’s always spilled its banks as it rolls towards the waterfall that leads into the town around sea world. This car would have survived that waterfall, it was small, lightweight, blue. But I lost it in the woods. The woods couldn’t hold onto me though, even though they sometimes do. I found the middle school.
The middle school’s left wing was open, much like the high school’s and college’s left wings. I blame only myself for creating this part of the world with what I had written when I was younger about the hall to the left, the statues that move, begging for your help. I suppose I didn’t so much as find the middle school as I found the tree that leads to the basement in the middle schoool. I found its long tunnel that leads to a room with no exit, the one where the piles of garbage overflow from a hole in the ceiling through which I finally escaped. I never made it to the main foyer from the left hall, I ran into some people doing karate. They challenged me, but I ran, I didn’t feel like exerting myself in a dream, idiots. I opened the door, but I didn’t get to see this through to the end though, because I remembered you. You were in the woods.


