dreams

Strange dreams have been had a few nights ago. Consisting of walking the street of some city, Salt Lake Seattle perhaps, wishing I had my skateboard. I went to my parked vehicle; something was wrong with it. My skateboard was inside; I grabbed it. Zooming down the sidewalk, feeling like it was scraping against the pavement. There was a house; a girl I knew lived there with a friend. I over heard a conversation about me, and it wasn’t good. They hated me. I felt betrayed and whatever other feelings that follow that, and walked slowly to the house, crouching and leaning at the side of it, feeling worthless while I listened to the conversation. Someone came out of the house and eventually, they noticed me. I tried to be invisible without a movement. They walked up to me, and it turned out to be a younger boy. I feared he would be afraid of this shady character lingering on their house and would start screaming, but he didn’t. Instead, he recognized me and accepted me. He told me everyone missed me and urged me to come in and see the family. The house turned out to be the dwellings of a different girl I once knew, whom I recently missed dearly. They were all glad to see me, and I them. Good times and feelings were had.
I was in a big warehouse store building. We really wanted some hot cocoa. I wanted a really good cup, so I searched for the good stuff. As it was being made and looking quite disgusting, I saw a banana, and I wanted to eat it. It was the most disgustingly fibrous and tasteless banana I’ve ever had. I didn’t want to eat it, but I did anyway.