I’ve been so busy this week that I forgot to write about the dream I had the other night. Hopefully you enjoy reading about them, cause I sure enjoy posting them.

It took place in my apartment, which was kind of a combination of my current one (at the Opera House) and my former one (at the Taylor House). It was on the third floor, and it was very swanky and modern, big and open, with hardwood floors and lots of warm light. It was kinda late at night, and I was hanging out up there, reading or something, and a girl knocked on the door. We started talking, and she turned out to be really cool and funny, and we ended up talking about movies. She mentioned an obscure foreign one from the 40’s or 50’s, the name of which I don’t remember. Let’s say it was “Papillon.” We were talking about that and laughing, when she pushed me over onto my side and tried to kiss me. I stopped her and said, “I can’t do that. . .I have a girlfriend.” She protested, made a little joke and tried again, and I kinda held her by her shoulders to keep her at a distance. I said, “Nope, sorry. . .she and I aren’t seeing anybody else.” She got kinda bummed and sat up. I said, “We can sure hang out together, though. That’d be great.” She shrugged in a what’s-the-point kind of way, said goodnight and see ya around, and left.

I went out of my apartment, down the stairs into the foyer of my building, and I saw my friend Susan was sitting down there, smoking a cigarette. She asked if I’d seen any good movies lately, and listed them. I don’t remember which ones, but she said something like, “Hey, have you seen (title)? (title)?. . . Papillon?”, and gave me a smirk. I laughed and said, “Who the heck WAS that girl?” She gestured toward herself, looked mock-surprised and said, “You actually think I had something to do with that?” But then she laughed and gave herself away, saying, “I dunno, we were talking and she seemed cool, so I sent her up to your place to say hello.”

Then we heard a meow outside, and I went out to look. I saw through the big plate-glass window that the girl was still waiting outside, so I walked around to the back, where Astor (Susan’s white cat) was. I petted him and walked around back there for a while, then went back inside to my place.

There was another part to the dream, but my alarm went off right after that, so I couldn’t remember how it ended.