Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 3/23/2019
By Swords
She asks me to go ahead, up to her apartment, no doubt so she can be alone as sweethearts with my friend and fellow soldier. I have to leave soon, in 4 hours, to visit my mom as promised. There is a long narrow staircase up between dusty rose pink walls - a woman's space, soft paper rather than paint. I run my hands over the paper as I climb. I am thinking, I must remember the exact shade of warm pink when I write the story. Upstairs, the room is messy with guitars, bicycles, and toys scattered and toppled over like a kid's play room. I am disappointed. I long to tidy, to make it beautiful. Would she be pleased or offended? There is a brown chesterfield and low, wide, oval coffee table under the bike, a few steps away from a giant picture window. Behind is a curtain and a daybed. I am startled by a young man walking out from behind the curtain. He is warm and French, and wants to hug me. I wonder if he is also her lover or a spare for guests. I am not interested in him and untangle myself and walk over things to the window as she is coming in with my friend, half dressed. I tell her I have to leave and can I have a ride to the train? The young man will drive me. The window is black with night and overlooking the busy city street. There is a white line grid projected out on an angle. When someone or thing moves on the street, it is captured by a lighted square on the grid, where you can shoot it or blow it up. What an interesting video game. I would love to play but I must leave now.