i was driving
down a gravely waterfront road
under an elevated train
it didn't really look like it
but in the dream i knew it was the seattle waterfront
and i had a little brother who i wanted to take with me
i was driving what i'm guessing was an old datsun 280z
i could hear the gravel under my wheels
it was really free
like there wasn't a care in the world
like i could just drive this great car
like there wasn't anywhere i needed to be
or anything i needed to do
there might have been more
but i don't remember it
then i was at this apartment building
that had a courtyard surrounded by apartments
rather than being a big building
or having the apartments surround a pool
i was sitting on a bench
and this person, i think it was a woman, was walking
around and up and down the courtyard
slowly
and awkwardly
like maybe one leg was longer than the other
she was pop-eyed
and lumpy
malformed
i wasn't staring
but she was moving around in my field of vision
i couldn't help looking at her
there was something very peaceful and matter-of-fact about her
like she was out taking the air or something
i don't think we said anything to each other
i'm not even sure we acknowledged each other
but then, as she walked back to her apartment, someone
walked up to me and said something
but i just can't for the life of me remember what
and somehow all of this seemed to be taking place in the 60s
maybe that's why it was seattle in the first section
seattle has some really cool 60s futurama architecture
ok, that probably isn't what it's called
but like the jetson's, like that, space needle and such
and so i was like a woman from the 60s
with the difference in dress and hair that that would mean
but more like with the social mores that would mean
and i don't mean the hippie 60s
and i was talking to
reclining next to
this guy
who was
my doctor or therapist or something
and we were in love
we were talking about it
at length
very detached in conversation
yet feeling the nearness enervating
what we wanted, both of us, was not to hurt the other
and finally we kissed
but it wasn't like a passionate clinch
it was this tender tentative sort of kiss
the kind you might write a novel about
