Dream 349: Homeless Lemur
04.19.2014 § Leave a comment
I meet a talking lemur at Stanford. He needs a shower and a ride to San Jose.
I get a room at a nearby motel so he can take that shower. While I wait, I look at my vague reflection in the 70’s yellow-gold tinted acrylic sliding closet door. I get to thinking about how if Karin had never said “we should hang out sometime” when our luggage got switched that one time, then I’d still be a lonely loser. I begin to cry.