Today I took a nap and dreamt I was driving to the gym. Wick took me home. I asked for a ride but that was surely strange because my car was there and I didn't need one. I had driven it and it was working. He drove the same car as mine. PJ was in the car. PJ's face changed to look like Lom's face and it was so strange because I commented on how tall he was and laughed and felt sad and looked forlornly out the window. Wick dropped PJ off first.
I didn't actually have him drop me off at my real apartments because I was too ashamed of it. I faked it and expected him to wait for me, to see if I had gone inside the darker, more gray, but immimently more respectable apartment complex, but he had gone, quietly. I walked the few blocks back to my apartment, which was sunny and bright with people playing basketball. Young black men, young hispanic and Asian women were also playing and there were all sorts of balls around, the kind cihldren kick around, with stars and colors all over. I tried to kick one towards the open court, but the women protested and said they weren't playing with them. I apologized, because by that time I'd rolled 3 of the balls over. I quickly went up the steps and thought to myself how fortunate it was that Wick had not offered a kiss and that we had not ended up sleeping together. I was very happy and proud I had made the right decision. Now all I had to do was find a way to get my car back.
This dream was strangely related to my waking life (not because these events happened at all or are true in any form, but because I know what triggered these events, how they came to be implanted in my brain) except we don't have a large basketball court in front of the apartments. It made me feel good about many decisions I made.
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