June 19th: Strange Fruit

I had the most exquisitely strange dream last night. I was in the middle of a dark street. It was night. There were people around. It felt kind of like an event at a store or something close to that, an opening, a gala, a gallery opening, something like that anyways. Maybe a restaurant! A diner. I remember there being ketchup. The bottled kind. The one he could puncture the top of with his teeth, if he wanted. Which he might have.
At any rate, I saw him standing alone, like a little lost puppy. My dark love. I went to him. He was definitely lost. My dark lost love. There was an emptiness in his eyes. We talked for a minute. I tried to comfort him, feed him, soothe him, take him home. He actually did let me take him home for a while. I introduced him to Elsa, who, very politely made his acquaintance and then mouthed oh my god! to me when he turned away from her. This is the point where it starts to get hazy. I think I remember us talking for a bit, but I can’t remember what was said. I remember brushing his hair away from his face with my fingers. Then I remember him walking away. He just kind of walked away. My dark, lost, love. Lost again to the empty black nothingness of the night.
When I awoke, I was floored. Had I actually dreamed about Jeff Buckley? I am never that lucky. Exquisitely strange fruit, indeed.

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