Blue, black and starry

Date: 3/20/2018

Walking along the street with two other female acquaintances, we see splatters of blue paint. I see my male friend on a corridor of a building we entered. He is brushing his teeth but I insist on hugging him. He looks happy for the hug as I have been passing him by during the other times. The ladies and I enter a dinar. One of them has a plate of stewed offals. She invites us to have a bite. But I also see myself with a plate of offal soup. I dip my hands in it, but live the dinar without testing anything. I'm now outside, lying on my back outside in a pavement. A laptop placed on my abdomen. The sky is black, and I'm staring at the stars.