Long time, no see. I have a dream just like the man says.
I’m working in some industrial location. My job is pushing paper rather than being on the floor in a hardhat and coveralls. I realize my co-worker Danielle is working at a business next to mine. I have a bit of an issue because I’m working under an assumed identity. Why? I don’t know. But I know my co-worker is also pulling some shenanigans, her job and skills don’t match what I know (or assume about her) and I want to learn her secrets.
Turns out she’s a journalist. Danielle explains how people love to talk about themselves and what they do, so she just asked and hung around to take notes. After a while they thought she worked there and she began to draw a paycheck.
Later I was trying to get a ride home from Danielle and wound up getting a lift from my astronomy club’s treasurer, Ro. She doesn’t know her way around this town which is like a hillier Millburn. I kept telling her I lived only three miles away but it seems we’re just going around in circles. I reach into the back seat to pull back some disgusting earbuds, find a pile of crumpled five dollar bills. I didn’t take them, but around that time Ro drops me off on a corner.
Across the street is a sealed up brick building painted mustard yellow. Not Goulden’s mustard but more like a Dijon. At the top of the entrance is a small white sign announcing it was a luncheonette in script-y red letters.
I think I forced myself to travel back in time to figure out why the building was sealed off. I kept thinking it used to be a hangout for the mafia. Back in time there are payphones everywhere. I see a bunch of people sleeping rough where ever they can find shelter from the elements.
About this time I kept coming up for air in the waking world, losing the thread of the dream.