I am in a large mall. I return to my table in the food court where I had left my two friends. A new couple is there now. They seem to know me and say my name. I ask them if they’ve seen my friends. They tell me they’ve gone to the bathroom. They continue to speculate that my friends are both gay, "especially the one in the silver bikini." They then ask me if I know about some new rivers in town and name a few (because their house is near them). I don’t really, but I describe a memory I have of water being channeled into troughs by planters. ‘Planters..’ they repeat and look at each other knowingly. I have unmasked myself.
Rowdy’s Dream Blog #192: Food Court
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