||[Jun. 18th, 2005|11:09 am]
Here's an interesting dream I just woke from...
I was travelling around the seedier parts of NYC, sometimes alone, sometimes accompanied by a woman. I'm sure my companion was someone I know in waking life, but I can't remember who she was.
We ended up in a cluttered apartment occupied by a middle-aged black couple, who were very hospitable. The wife was always getting up to get us food and drinks, while the husband sat on his favorite couch and made wonderful conversation, telling us stories of how they met, his youth in the army, and such things. I can't remember the stories, pity.
Something, however, was quite wrong. I couldn't put my finger on it for the longest time, but these people were really nice so I didn't press the issue.
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