I dreamt about a girl from college. I went to college later than most, so there was a significant gap in our age. She had blue hair when I first saw her, but like Ramona Flowers, it was always changing.
In the dream we were standing on the stage, and on it were many others. People were spinning and blowing bubbles, and it felt like a place of total acceptance.
I would sneak a look at her, this angel from my past, and when our eyes met, she would smile. Suddenly my bubbles, became white smoke, belched forth into this place of happiness and acceptance.
Her smile twisted to disgust and with a feeling of shame, the dream ended.
Yesterday I spent 8 hours with a dude, helping him with his computer and having lunch and trying to find him a record player. He spent the whole time staring at his phone, or talking over me. The 5 minutes I spent alone, with this cat were the most enjoyable part of my day. This cat and I connected more in 5 minutes then I did with a person I’ve known for ages in 8 whole hours together…