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last night i had a dream that we were on an island. It wasn't a tropical island though it felt mysteriously warm. darkly warm. and in some way ancient and hard to get to. The skies resembled a blue and purple and everything seemed to be muted by the absence of the moon. It was night time and i was meeting two women for dinner that were supposedly my friends in a small underground brick kitchen with a back room that had candles lit upon it. The walls were paneled with dark wood and the ground was unfinished yet i sensed like there was an unspoken priveledge in being there. I first saw you sitting in a chair reading a book, your hair slightly messy like you've been tugging at it in order to solve some sort of puzzle, you were wearing a beige tweed jacket that looked old and worn in, sitting next to a lamp that dimly lit whatever you were consuming.. you acknowledged that i was there but did not say anything. I kicked your foot as to be playful and engage you though you looked up and seemed annoyed. I pretended that it didnt bother me and went outside for a ciggarette. I sat on a wooden swing in the middle of the grassy field that was off to the right of where you were. I was smoking my ciggarette hoping you would come out to apologize. you did and we continued to sit. At one point i knew i was dreaming and in fear of waking up i tried to concentrate as hard as i could to stay asleep and keep talking to you. This resulted in the opposite and I woke up wrapped in a brown blanket, hoping I'd be be able to come back to the dream again the next night.