Last night, I dreamt that
So I wandered about downtown for a bit (I was early), when I received a very vague voice mail from her, telling me to go to my aunt’s house, which I did.
So I went to wander around again downtown. I passed beneath some gold coloured awnings that I’d seen in another dream, and I walked on a road paved with pizza that I’d seen in yet another dream.
Finally, fed up with the confusion, I walked down the fire escape to the basement level of an apartment building. I stepped into a metal, well-carpeted, airlock/waiting room, and waited. At last, a vague, dog-faced man (miniature schnauzer) with an eye-patch and in a tuxedo, grudgingly let me it.
Behind a desk that towered above me was
She and the dog man discussed some official matters before he finally left, and she at last turned her attention to me.
It seemed utterly natural to me that she would be speaking with me only on completely official terms. When she refused to address the voice mail that she had left me from practically another reality, I grew angry.
“Why do you have to leave your other self behind for this job?!” I demanded, “Why must your heart be kept for other hours while you turn into a machine here?!”
I ran outside, and somehow just knew that she had become one with all of the stoplights, in order to perform her duty.
As my gaze searched about in frustration, one of the red “don’t walk” hands leapt off of its sign to quiver nervously beside me.
I shouted for
I know, I know. No more Annotated Alice before bedtime for me, right?:) Hardly, I say! I love that thing too much . . .