August 21, 2006Dream stateLast night I dreamt I went to M+J's house. They had moved to the end of the lineFar Rockaway or something like it. Their house was right off the beach. It was late, but I had an errand to run, and they invited me to stay the night.In the morning I walked to the beach. Two people were surfing the gentle breaks. I walked the narrow strip of sand and looked out over the waves. When I returned to the house, M+J were standing outside. They had tried to call to tell me they were leaving but I had left my phone at their house. I apologized. They said it was ok, but there was discomfort in their appearance. I brought my clothes outside and asked how to lock the house; they said to just close the door. They showed me the latch did not work; there was no lock. As they left, M turned to me and said that things were not working out with J. Then he hurried to catch up with him. I realized I had forgot my bag in the house, and opened the door to retrieve it. Back in the house, I ran into an older Irish man. I was unaware that M+J had had other guests in their house for the night. The Irish man was getting breakfast. I soon met another middle aged man and a teenager. They were all travelling through, and had stopped for the night. I was uneasy, but they seemed to know my hosts. I retrieved my bag. I looked at the clock; I was going to be late for work. I left the three men in the house; I didn't know what else to do. I closed the sliding door. Turning back, I saw the men leave with their black designer luggage. The train made its way slowly back to Manhattan. I stared out the window at the urban scenery. Later that day, I heard that M+J's place had been robbed. On the news, there was a report that the police had found a suspect. A half-destroyed robot had been found on a subway train dressed like one of the men I had seen at their house. At a press conference, the police said they could find no trace of the existence of the perpetrators. The news reports kept flashing back to the image of the robot-man on the train. listening to: PJ Harvey, Stories from the City, Stories from the Sea
Posted by eku at August 21, 2006 9:43 AM
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