There’s this girl who sometimes gets on the city bus a few stops after mine in the morning. She’s cute, but it’s not obvious. She rocks the t-shirt and jeans and doesn’t wear much or any makeup. I’ve never talked to her before, but I see her around all the time.

At work last week, I was ripping movie tickets and she was there. She smiled, but with her eyes as well. It was a sort of smile that I could read. It said, ‘I know you.’ She giggled when I said, ‘Enjoy your movie,’ and she said ‘You too.’ It’s a common mistake.

The point of this post, besides late-night boredom, is that last night I dreamt about her. It was so detailed that it went from dreaming about my actual experience of encountering her at the movie theatres, to dating her. I even dreamed about texting her. When I woke up, immediately I could recall what the text message said because it was so detailed, but I lost it during the day. All I remember from the dream now is seeing a movie with her and walking home. We stopped at the lighthouse, sat on the park bench and kissed. Cut to text message (whatever it said). Cut to sitting with her on the bus, her head on resting on my shoulder.

Weird, right? All this over a stranger.

Dreams are fascinating.