I dreamed I had an apartment with Wes in Berkeley and had left a bunch of stuff there. I hadn’t thought about it for a while, then realized it had been two years since I’d been back there, and the thought of being inside there seemed so strange. I went in tentatively to grab my things, feeling odd, out of place, alien. I woke up and realized it wasn’t really a dream about him, after all, but about another ex-boyfriend… lay in bed for a while in the morning thinking about some times that seem very distant now, thinking about sleeping night after night in the apartment on Channing, the strange feeling of walking back into my own apartment every now and then, of taking those keys in the parking garage on Haste.
I also dreamed about having to trick a hipsterish guy, one who looked much like Jerel but had blue hair, into thinking I wanted to talk to him because of the band he was in. It was really as a favor to his ex-girlfriend, who needed something. I was following him down a spiral staircase in a hotel, telling him I had heard his music was really great. After asking me about other bands I liked, he laughed and said I was a terrible liar. The alarm clock went off while I was trying to figure out if my scheme had worked.
