sunday august 28th, 2011 at 10:45 pm

last night i fell asleep in schieldaig, scotland, and even though i haven't see you in maybe two and a half years, i recognized your face - and mostly your hair - as i waved to you through your bedroom window in my dream.

getting in was easy-- there were white walls and columns, a white carpet, a bench in front of the painting on the wall. we were looking around and it had that dream feeling of wonder but also the dream feeling that the walls might cave in any minute, and maybe that's what happened because all of a sudden we had to get out.

the house was a big old one like what you'd find near the river in elbow park. we were running towards the river, but there were rows of those rentable chain link fences between the house and the water, and guards or alarms or something were making us run. they were those tall fences with big squares, but somehow, in that dream way that means you can't get caught because you're just conscious enough of what's going on to know that you can't get caught-- somehow we were leaping over the fences like they were hurdles and we were good at them.

i think you lived next door, or near, because as we reached the river-- or rather, as we cleared the fences, i finally reached the river and i hid, under the water, peering out from underneath without coming up to breah, safe in the water somehow. and i looked up and saw you and your hair talking to your mom in the second story window where i'd first seen you to begin with, and you waved at me.