From 03 Sep 2019, Tuesday:
Dissipated dreams too blurry to remember. . .
From 04 Sep 2019, Wednesday:
Was at some hotel lobby, waiting in line to check out. I was I guess waitng in line with a couple of fellow travellers, a former roommate of mine and her friend from Kenya. Then a white woman approached me, she had short, dark brown hair. She seemed happy to see me, walking towards me with a smile. I don’t know who she is, but I recognize her from another dream maybe. It was like we knew each other in this dream. She was pretty. She had lots of pimples on her cheeks, big ones, not bumpy, not pocked either, but red, like red flecks or freckles of blood. . .
When she reached me she started talking to me. I didn’t know, or don’t remember what her words were, but I remember they were in French, and I didn’t really understand what she was saying, or rather I couldn’t pick out and identify her individual words, but I still did understand her somehow, or got the gist of what she meant. I said to her, well, we should go out then, because I sensed she was saying we never go out. And then I kissed her on the lips. She was shorter than me–I sort of bowed and tilted my head to kiss her on the lips. Not a deep, French kiss. Nonetheless a soft one.
I didn’t linger. She was still and when I straightened back up I saw she was smiling again. My fellow Kenyan travellers were just looking at me blankly. Or maybe the one closest to the front desk counter smiled, somewhat quizzically, I think. . . The lobby felt busy, but it was just the four of us there with bags and luggages on the floor lined up to the counter.
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