D R E A M S

I lived on this really big bridge, kind of like the Golden Gate Bridge, but not quite so high up from the surface of the water. Probably like 30 feet up. I literally lived on the bridge. There wasn't a house, just my furniture was out in the open. It was dark. Though it wasn't raining, the water was very tumultuous and waves were rising. Me and some guy were waiting to leave to go somewhere, on a date, I think. I mentioned that the bridge's football team had a game tonight. The guy asked me if they'd won their last game, and I said that I didn't have the faintest idea. Then I said that the waves were getting pretty high and that maybe we should go in case they reached the bridge level and right after I said this, they start getting to our height. We get a little wet. He says that it was because I said it that they got high. I thought I was just being realistic.

Just before that scene, though, I was laying on the couch with this mystery person and my friend George and it was kind of awkward. George had this understanding look on his face, but it was also kind of disappointed. It was then that I realized that this other guy shouldn't be there, but it felt too late.

Brian posted at 8:34 AM.