"dream #4"
we are on vacation & i go to the store with an old friend. on the way back, down belleflower (switch), we lose the breaks so i scream while he stays calm. we park horizontally against the curb.
inside, i am taking groceries out of their bags and dad is there with a tupperwear tub full of croissants. i finish the groceries & start pouring pepsi into a glass with melted ice. do you want a drink? i ask my friend. he says that he will have a croissant. he is turned around, looking at the staircase, & you come down it, wearing a burnt red dress. my awake self realises in the dream that it is you out of the picture from kevin’s wedding, the dipped cowl neck and spaghetti straps are just a different color. your hair is the same; your face is fuzzy.
my friend makes a comment about my shirt & i wake up out of breath.
