My dream
I was lost. I was in...Spain, I think, and I didn't know what I was doing. Men were crowding around me, all saying they wanted to help me...most of them just wanted to fuck me. One of them was actually helping. He was gay. A couple of the help me/fuck me guys were trying to get me a job. One was really handsy and wanted me doing a job that involved carrying big heavy things up and down stairs all day. 8 flights of stairs. One was weird and kinda-existential and tried to engage me in conversations about whether sitting on a wall on a traffic roundabout could be construed as a date, and whether we could have a nice conversation if it was about a flower, and whether that conversation would change the status of sitting on a wall into a date. I would talk to people I despised because there wasn't anyone else. I couldn't find Gray.
God, I hate my dreams.
God, I hate my dreams.