REALITY & WRITING: Story

An hour of sleep disturbed by wild dreams of a three story high campus building filled with people I knew and yet empty of friends.  A meeting goes terribly wrong and lies and betrayal and thieves fill all the rooms and long wooden hallways with a million numbered doors.  People who should be elsewhere are there and they laugh and people who should be honest and aren’t and I walk and walk and hurriedly walk through all three floors and a parking garage to find haven and awake to a world that’s more subtly evil.