DREAMSCAPES 2

            Met up in a “Metropolitan hotel” lobby, a small boutique hotel in a St. Germainish place...

Took him walking, down to a café that was fortunately not yet filling up; found a quiet corner inside, somehow fell more or less asleep or were beginning to doze off ...

            Him half forgetting who I was (I wasn’t sure) … I told him light-heartedly certain details that I remembered (a Jefferson Airplane song “White Rabbit”).  I reminded him I was in one of his house parties where this song was played (in reality the Jefferson Airplane’s guitarist or drummer was there).  In the dream this was because it was being played in the background in the bar, and he was joking, saying I wouldn’t know the era.  I was saying, yes I do know and reminded him of the party.  I then told him I saw the doc about him made by this young woman filmmaker and wrote to her about it.  I told him I then wrote him a letter, and he never answered. He said he received so many of those and just dumped them all in the dustbin. I laughed and said maybe most of them were not interesting but in their midst there’d be the likes of me… He made a gesture like a shrug to go with the joke, but I could tell he was just trying to appease me.

             We were kind of asleep on a couch in this bar when I woke him; I said should I get you home, he said he wasn’t going home, he was going to do such and such or meet so and so, he thought it’d be around 6, 6:30pm , and it was already 7:40 pm.  Somehow I was retrieving my clothes behind the couch, a soft bra and pants ... meanwhile the waitress came with the bill (she seemed to be Chinese, it was maybe in Chinatown) and he paid it.  Sitting across from him on the couch, I noticed that he had a blue shirt on underneath a jacket and some sky-blue shirt. Maybe an off-white hat; some shades.  

            He didn’t wait for me, went outside and through the glass door as I was still pulling on my pants, made gestures about going straight on then turning left, seemingly asking for direction.  (The undressing and dressing part seemed totally natural as though we had been camping somewhere...)  I made a gesture about going straight on, it was a straight road down the hill and appeared to arrive at a port with a big cruise-ship.  He went off ahead and I felt strange that I couldn’t say goodbye properly.  It came to my mind that I didn't take a picture with him; I thought I’d have to do that on his way back when we meet again.

(21/10/2015 Hangzhou, sieste 3:20 pm, vividly MW lent me his face for this dream ... note: MW died 7/03/2016)