Friday, February 19, 2010

I had a stange dream last night...

I had a strange dream last night.

We were touring or visiting or vacationing or something. T_____ was our scout. And there was a small child with us. It all seemed perfectly logical. But suddenly T_____ thought the child was in danger. I talked to a person in a bus kiosk. Her accented English was difficult to understand. We were on a busy street in someplace like Haiti or Mexico or Costa Rica. I came back and you were holding hour head in your hands and I thought, oh no it’s been so noisy, he is miserable. You were in a chair that had cage-like sides and back. I could not put my arms around you. You were not worried about the noise, but you said that you were confused.

You were confused and I rose to wakefulness.