May 9, 2000

This is a description of a dream I had last night, as best as I can make
out.

I was inside the main hall of Union Station, and for some reason there was
a street vendor inside selling t-shirts that were laid out on some low
tables, kinda like on lawn furniture or something.  I was browsing for
some unknown reason.  There was this girl there too, also browsing, and
somehow we got into some kind of conversation.  I can't remember what it
was about though.  What I do remember is that at some point she somehow
swam underneath the tables to get back to the other side.

Cut to the next scene.

I'm walking down the sidewalk.  It's a nice day, green grass, sunny, on a
quiet street.  I see someone up ahead.  I run a bit to catch up with them,
put my hand on their shoulder and say something.  I don't know what I
said, but it must have been horrible because the moment it leaves my mouth
I know it was the worst thing I could possibly have done and immediately
start feeling like shit.  By this point I know that it's the same girl as
before.  I collapse to the grass, crying, and start begging for
forgiveness, telling her that I didn't know what I was doing, that I'll
never do it again.  My hands are over my face so I can't really see what's
going on, other than I'm crying and pleading and rolling around on the
grass.  Eventually, whatever I was saying must have gotten through because
now she's trying to comfort me, talking to me and putting her hand on my
shoulder.  She forgives me.  I eventually settle down, and we start
talking.  I end up lying down on the grass, resting my head in her lap as
she sits cross-legged.

Cut to the last scene.

I'm sitting around with some other people talking.  It's not clear if
we're sitting in some kind of treehouse, a backyard deck, or just in the
forest somewhere.  There is a dim, dull light coming from somewhere.  We
are definately sitting on a wooden floor though.  A few other peopl are
there, including the same girl.  I'm aware of her and keep trying to catch
her eye, but either I suck or she's ignoring me.  There's some obnoxious
guy talking about how the company he works at is involved in organized
crime.  I'm not really paying any attention to him, but the others are
listening.  Somewhere along the line I catch something and ask him a
question, and he treats me as if I was a six-year-old.

Then I got woken up by birds outside at 6:15am.  Dammit.