Take me home

Date: 1/20/2025

I was leaving my workplace when a former coworker found me riding my bike home, but struggling. I wasn’t even quite that far from the workplace when somehow he joined his bike with my bike and we turned into a tandem. The dream I was blind, so don’t ask me how I was riding my bike independently at first he was excited, but he had early stages of dementia so he would forget things once in a while. He was part of also why he quit work. I was sad because I liked him and thought he was funny and smart, but I also didn’t want to be close friends with him knowing in time he would deteriorate, and it would be too painful for me to lose another person We rode mostly across town. I thought he was gonna take me along my usual route home, but it did not wind up in some other part of town he claimed he said could also take me home, but it was not a route. I knew on foot we stopped at a corner. There was jazz music playing from a speaker very loud one down the street like maybe from a store swing jazz. I just wanted to go home. I was very upset. You didn’t take me home where we stood. It was near a bus shelter, but there was chalk I think Josh had it with him. It was white chalk. He said draw picture I said of what? I said I’m not drawing one of me. I was crying. I was angry. I was sad. He was so happy. He said then I’ll draw one of you so he did I said stop just stop! Take me home And then I said what I wanted to say but wish and maybe shouldn’t have. I said I don’t wanna be friends all that’s going to happen is you’re going to go away slowly and forget me and then you’ll die. Don’t do this to me. I woke up right away and my eyes were filled with tears.