dreams are weird

Last night I had an odd dream. I was relaxing in a nice club, early evening. I was there with my new friend everything was very low key. There was a singer, Damien Rice-Like singing something smooth, there may had been a female singer too. The singer finished. My friend had picked up a conversation with some very young people sitting around our table. She asked me if I was ok. I answered yes. But I didn’t feel ok. I felt … left out, separated, a social side-car.

Then there were, all of a sudden … phones. Phones all over our table, polluting it with cheep plastic and annoying tinny computerized rings. Cordless, cell-phone-like in various shades of grays and muted faux slivers were falling off the tables, piling up.

Then I dreamt I fell asleep.

Then I woke up for real. 6:30 am staring into the filtered dawn light that had begun to fill my room.

… but it didn’t feel like my room anymore.