Mostly strangers.

I'm still thinking about this morning's dream. It's rare that I can still remember much from a dream by the time I get through breakfast, but every now and then a dream sears visions into my brain. It covered everything from a girl to my old couch to my old apartment to looking for a working bathroom to moving out of the old apartment to a band who knew me because I'm a sound guy to a boarding school where I knew where to find a bathroom. The girl on the couch in the city apartment moving out saying I'll never be back broken toilets grassy hills band of surprisingly sincere hipsters victorian boarding school I knew where to go. Next time I run into that girl I hope I'm awake.