D R E A M S

I was working. It was toward the end of the night. Some girl, a patient, comes in and is waiting for an exam. I'm looking for a clip board to give her so she can fill out her paperwork. It's taking me forever. I keep finding other things I need to do. I keep feeling like the doctor's busy, so I have more time, but I finally realize that the doctor's not been in an exam for a while and we're all waiting for this last exam and it's already past the time we normally close.

Later, I'm on vacation somewhere on the ocean. We're at a bar that's right up on the water, with only maybe 50 feet of sand between the bar and the water. Joe P, who used to be my boss at Crobar is working the door. In my dream I guess he's gay. I go over by him by the door and I put my arm around his waist (he's really tall, so I couldn't put my arm around his shoulders if I wanted to). He looks down at me and pulls me outside. He points up in the sky and says, "look, the suns changing positions," which I assume means "the sun's setting."

It's black as night out, but the sky is tinged in places with this vibrant red that is so unearthly. It's very beautiful.

Before I know it, Joe has picked me up and he's running into the water. I can't tell if the water is cold or not, but I'm freaking out a bit. He spins in a circle and sort of hammer throws me into the ocean. I fly an impossible distance for an impossible time and it's then that I realize that I'm high on something that screws with my perception of time. This freaks me out even more. As I fly away from Joe, everything disappears except for the ocean. The bar, the beach, the light of the sky, mostly. I wake up before I actually hit the water.

Brian posted at 9:34 AM.