Last night, I dreamed that I woke up in the middle of the night, so I got up and went for a walk into the dark quiet. All over the lawns of the park across the street, people were lying, silently looking up at the stars.

I looked to find an empty spot but was afraid that I would get wet from the grass. I stood in my spot, looking up, thinking that it was enough until someone said, "You can't do that. Stand that is. You have to lie to down to see it properly. Don't worry, you won't be cold."

I stood for a moment, indecisive and unsure, until a girl came and asked me, "Is that spot free? Are you leaving?"

Which was enough to convince me that it was my spot, so I lay down, saying, "Sorry. No." The grass was unusually warm and soft. And then the air smelled like tuna and the dolls started dancing the rumba.

Labels: being alive, i don't try to interpret dreams, signs