Dreamt that I was hanging out with haseeb. Haseeb was reading an urdu poetry book, could have been Iqbal. Recall being surprised. Recall walking in a lane way with grass. Looked like lower income neighborhood. Could hear tagalog being spoken on the other side of the walls. Got stopped by a cop while on my way somewhere. It was important to get to the destination. Had someone with me. The cop was Goan. I brought kurt Monteiro in to plead my case and allow me to get out.