Dreamers don't come home...
Another very strange dream last night, I think it was the rain...
I was in this place that was somehow both a college and a hospital (it wasn't a college next to a hospital, it was one place that was both,) and I met a person there, a guy my age. He gave off an impression of dark clothes and light hair, and a general air of fragility. He and I talked for a while, sitting underneath a tree in front of the gray concrete buildings. We touched a lot, not like a couple but like people who just need touch. At one point while we were talking I took his hands; they were raw red and not quite the right shape, and I asked him what was wrong with them. He replied, utterly unself-concious, "oh, they're burned." If they hurt him, he gave no sign, and we changed the subject. I don't remember what we talked about, poetry and philosophy I think, but eventually I had to go. I had to go check out in the front office, since it was morning and I would have to get up soon. (it was mid-afternoon where we were sitting, but in dream logic this made sense) He took my hand and we started walking towards the gate, and I felt odd because I was walking with a stranger, hand in hand. We passed some people I knew-- Kat, her boyfriend, and a third person who I don't know who I did know in the dream. They were there for the college; I wasn't sure if the guy with me was there for the college or the hospital, but I thought it was maybe both. I didn't want to explain to Kat who the guy I was walking with was, (since I wasn't really sure myself) but none of them noticed us as we walked by. When we were most of the way to the gate I turned to the guy, whose name I still didn't know, and said "You aren't real, are you? That's a shame." And then I woke up.
In waking consideration, I'm wondering if he was supposed to be a repressentation of Alex, slightly twisted by my dreaming brain. He moved the way Alex does, and the constant touching was very similar to the way he and I are. The burned hands certainly fits.
I was in this place that was somehow both a college and a hospital (it wasn't a college next to a hospital, it was one place that was both,) and I met a person there, a guy my age. He gave off an impression of dark clothes and light hair, and a general air of fragility. He and I talked for a while, sitting underneath a tree in front of the gray concrete buildings. We touched a lot, not like a couple but like people who just need touch. At one point while we were talking I took his hands; they were raw red and not quite the right shape, and I asked him what was wrong with them. He replied, utterly unself-concious, "oh, they're burned." If they hurt him, he gave no sign, and we changed the subject. I don't remember what we talked about, poetry and philosophy I think, but eventually I had to go. I had to go check out in the front office, since it was morning and I would have to get up soon. (it was mid-afternoon where we were sitting, but in dream logic this made sense) He took my hand and we started walking towards the gate, and I felt odd because I was walking with a stranger, hand in hand. We passed some people I knew-- Kat, her boyfriend, and a third person who I don't know who I did know in the dream. They were there for the college; I wasn't sure if the guy with me was there for the college or the hospital, but I thought it was maybe both. I didn't want to explain to Kat who the guy I was walking with was, (since I wasn't really sure myself) but none of them noticed us as we walked by. When we were most of the way to the gate I turned to the guy, whose name I still didn't know, and said "You aren't real, are you? That's a shame." And then I woke up.
In waking consideration, I'm wondering if he was supposed to be a repressentation of Alex, slightly twisted by my dreaming brain. He moved the way Alex does, and the constant touching was very similar to the way he and I are. The burned hands certainly fits.