With this dream, I have suddenly started to feel that my Subconscious might hate me. Well, not that there's anything I can really do for the "desires" it is communicating to me -- I guess it might be beautiful for one to live in a Freudian state-of-mind, giving in to ones raw desires without inhibition...

Then again, that is not how life goes. When it comes to human desires, we despair in knowing that we are at the mercy of the object of this desire, and therefore live in the consequences of our actions.

'Nuff blather.

I - "What are you doing here?"

I was going to work -- so creepy that it seemed so real -- and I went straight into my friends' precinct. I talked to one of my girl friends, R.M., for a bit, ignoring Puppy II who was sitting nearby, wearing an olive green hoodie and jeans.

I went to my station, about to start my shift. Looking up from my monitor, to the window at the wall at the back of my station (which does not exist in real life), something caught my attention -- a maintenance person shutting it bit by bit, blocking off my nephew and his grandmother, as they were waving from me.

I went towards that window, wanting to see my nephew, despite the maintenance guy shutting the window for "privacy" and all that ISO-ISMS stuff. My nephew managed to hand me a pink Motorola RAZR V3, saying that it resembles that of my Mom. They eventually left me to my work.

Back at my cubicle, I saw Puppy II sitting on my chair in a white collared t-shirt and jeans. I was surprised -- and not in a pleasant manner -- at his presence, and he looked & sounded a little "drunk." "What are are you doing here? How did you... you were..." I stammered, thinking that the only way he could've gotten there that "fast" was by doing a kage-bunshin. He didn't answer my question (or I just couldn't make out the short slur that came out of his mouth). He just stood up, leaned back on my desk and pulled me towards him, silently asking for a kiss, which I grudgingly returned. I wanted to pull out of the whole thing, but he just held me tighter, practically making out...

Breaking the kiss, "I missed you," he whispered, "you and..." he looked me up and down, as if looking through my clothes. I looked down, dejected, knowing it was all a dream...


II - The Silent Café

I was standing at a Parisian-type sidewalk, summertime, surrounded by a café's al fresco tables & chairs. I was looking at Puppy II's back. Even if people were bustling along, everything was silent, as there was nothing to be said.

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