i asked him is this a dream and he kind of laughed, well… and i clarified, for me, i mean and he was like yeah (almost as if admitting something he wasn’t supposed to let slip) he said how do you know you can trust me? i said because you’re kind, you’re a kind, beautiful young man are you a dream guy too? i asked the big farmer lookin guy at the next table who had glanced over when the young man and i had started grinding against each other in raw sexuality and the big farmer guy, instead of being disapproving as i had originally feared, didnt deny it but rather implied that if his buddy (the young man) was ok with whatever we were doing, then he was fine with it too. they were colleagues after all, in this world that was a dream for me and… something else for them reminder: if something seems off, just ask. look around. it probably is a dream outside, on my way back down to the girls (it was time either to head on east towards cape or else take the three cops up on their offer to give us a tour of madison), i paused at the top of the crumbling sandstone hill, some 200 or 300 feet above the sidewalk below. spread my arms like wings. considered flying down — but wasnt sure it would really work. a middle aged lady walking looked up saw me; i pointed and she thought i was waving, waved back— then she realized i was being like haha, i got you, you thought i was going to jump! and her demeanor turned admonishing, like thats not funny you shouldnt joke about something like that