dream

Came back from the city to a blessedly empty room. fell asleep with the part of my mind that controls my ability to sleep placated by the smell of you off of your sweatshirt. I dreamed I was alone on a street corner, sitting on the curb, not sure what for, but waiting anyway for something. A man with some tint in his skin (ethnicity unguessable amoungst shadows) approaches me. He has the hood of his sweatshirt up and it throws all of his features but his chin and sometimes lips into dark. I think I might know him but I am not sure. He offers to give me "something to loosen your head and pass the time while we wait," or something like that. I shake my head. He shrugs then gestures to the other side of the street where the shadows are thicker, presumablely from whence he came. I shake my head, no. He looks at me for a second, shrugs again, says, "well, should you change your mind." I nod. He crosses the street and I loose sight of what is him and what is shadow, there is no doubt he is still there somewhere. I continue sitting on the curb, maybe for a very long time. You come in a sweatshirt, hoody pulled up. I do not have to see your face to know it is you, there is no question at all. You berrate me for not knowing your friend, I'm not sure if it is someone I have met before and should therefore have recognized or if there was some code phrase I did not catch. You are angry and you shake me by the shoulders hard so that my teeth ache from striking aginst each other. Waking I know it did not happen, I wonder what I missed. I am going over to the ceramery now I suppose then maybe I'll go grab some Chinese food. Maybe just Chinese food. *shrug