i found myself up this morning at an ungodly hour…not necessarily because i had something to look forward to doing (in fact, i just holed up in my apartment all day as not to assault my nose with outdoor pollen), but because i wanted to quickly jot down the exceedingly vivid dream i just had.
i’m in a cab going somewhere…the events prior to this are fuzzy (as if the dream really did just start with me in the cab). so i woke up in a cab where the driver, a girl, had taken a pitstop at their home(?). the taxi driver was actually accompanied by her cute friend who was riding shotgun. i suppose they needed to grab something? so we hung out for a bit at their apartment. it looked like brooklyn sort of…i assume anything not looking like manhattan is brooklyn. they lived on the 2nd floor of a building with a backyard and everything. it was raining out, and their apartment was cluttered with random things.
the girl (navigator) was cute, shoulder length hair, extremely fidgety, and liked to roll around in her underwear. she was becoming progressively undressed as we chatted, eventually just rolling around the couch naked (i’ll chalk that aspect up to my libido), but eventually settled into jammies. i even recall spotting her license? old yearbook? and caught her bday as 1985(?). odd detail…tho it’s good to know the dream-me is concerned with these things. as we’re about to head back out to the cab, the taxi driver heads down to the cab, but the friend is staying put. i forget something and run back in to grab it, chatting briefly with the cute girl. i’m about to head back out when she says that the back door leads to the taxi faster. so as she’s fiddling with the patio door out to the backyard, it crosses my mind to ask her for her number. and of course at that very moment i wake up.
fuck you dream.