Like sands through the hour glass, so are the dreams of our nights.
The Movie Theater I was in a movie theater. People were gathered in the lobby as if it were a lock-out. I don't remember much, but I do remember a few points. At one point I had to go to the bathroom. I went in to the mens room and it was oddly hi tech. There was some kind of dash board with buttons and lights or dials or something. I just wanted to take a piss. Later, there was a crime in the theater. I had to get out of there, and I did, but then I realized I'd left my shoes in the theater and had to go back. I didn't want to spend to much time there because the police were going to be there soon. I walked passed a couple in a sleeping bag. The girl in the bag reached out showing me her breast. It was only for a moment, but I liked it. It was milky white where she'd covered it with clothing, and darker everywhere else. This may have been out of order. The End