does unit 82 have some significance to you?

it started in an apartment
similar
actually
to the one i really live in
there's a knock on the door
it's a home care nurse and she's looking for someone
who's supposed to be at my address
but isn't
and hasn't been probably
because i still get a lot of mail for four different people
who used to live at this address
but i ask my roommate, anyway, who doesn't know
and somehow, i'm not sure how
we find out the guy we're looking for is in
unit 82
which isn't that close
and the home care nurse is old, seems feeble
so i tell her i'll take her there
and i'll schlep her stuff, which turns out just to be
a largish bottle of something
once outside the apartment
the world changes quickly
iron stairs winding up
not spiral though
something like a fire escape
something like a zigurat
guys hanging on the stoop
round and round
but somewhere
i scraped the old nurse off

then there might have been a bit i can't remember
and i was in a room
waiting room
office
it looks like a room from a decor magazine
modern, high ceiling
people working
i was on the couch
with you

and

i think i may have mentioned that i don't have a couch
there's a reason for that
i have this fantasy
it's really really silly
about just lying on a couch
leaning against someone, close, intimate
it's not a sexual fantasy
it's an intimacy fantasy
and even though i had someone i lived with
for years
i never had someone who was willing to be close like that
so
i didn't want to have the couch

but in this dream
we're on this beautiful couch
in this beautiful room
with other people working all around
and
i start to make this little mmmmmmmmmmm
as i breathe
like a kid eating something delicious
and you whisper
you're going to attract attention
oh yeah, sorry, i didn't notice i was doing it
i look around, no one is looking at me:
i think it's okay
i look over at this beautiful chrome and glass table
there's a tray
a bottle on the tray
with an essential oil blend of rare woods
i've been experimenting with essential oils, you say
oh yeah
yeah
smell here, brushing your hand into your hair at the temple
i sniffffff

we walk out of the office, or whatever
which was high ceilinged and light-filled
out
and it's like an underground
cobble stoned street
like magic
out of the corner of my eye
i see a neon sign
for someplace i haven't been
since i was a child
and
i swear to god
i think i squealed
and i pirouetted down the street
toward the sign
and, i said, i think
i think that this street curves
somewhere around here
82 has got to be nearby