Link from DJ:
https://www.dreamviews.com/blogs/lang/7-14-2020-89872/
I gasped for breath as I leaned against the cold brick wall of the alleyway. The rain poured as I Heard the sirens come closer, I ducked behind a dumpster until the flashing flights flew by. I'm in Montreal, Canada. It felt like early spring. It was like I remember when I was younger. Way back when I used to visit family who lived there at the time. A flash of old memories flooded my mind of being at my aunt Walsh's farmhouse, watching the chickens peck the ground. That memory faded as I straightened up and rolled my shoulders. I winced as I finally paid attention to my aching muscles. I removed my now ruined black leather jacket, throwing it aimlessly into the dumpster and covering it with a load of rubbish. I frowned as I looked down at my ripped white t-shirt, a few blood stains in places, holes here and there revealing painful scrapes on my skin.
Fuck, my favorite white t-shirt, too.
I sighed, running a shaking hand through I dripping wet hair as I stumbled to the end of the alleyway, glancing left and right down the street before deciding on going right.
I walked for quite a while, luckily not catching sight of any cops, before finding a cozy looking cafe and slipping inside. I pulled the small amount of change I had out of my pocket and counted it; $12.00 in Canadian currency.
exactly. I needed to save what I could, but I guessed I deserved a coffee and a sandwich, at least. I thought about sitting at the counter, but decided against it and went to sit at a table instead, weaving around the sofa in the middle of the room.
The waitress soon walked over, her fake smile simply was getting on my nerves, especially after the day I’d had.
"Bonjour! Puis-je vous apporter quelque chose? " She chirped. I recall that tried to force the corner of my mouth upwards in order to seem somewhat friendly, but her smile dropped slightly when she saw my blood-stained shirt.
“Can I have a coffee and a Montreal Smoked Meat, please? And did you know you in a lucid?” I answered in French.
"Bien sûr, venant tout de suite.” She didn't show her teeth as she strutted away. She didn't care that I knew I was dreaming. I didn't have to do RC to confirm that I was dreaming in this dream, I just knew. I was very content in just looking around the room. I looked down and saw that I had only one sock on my foot. One foot was warmer than the other.(HOOF)
I rubbed my arms, the warm air of the cafe not doing anything to increase my body heat. Or at least wasn’t helping the feel any warmer, and the goosebumps on my skin were still as obvious as a load of hay in a stack of needles.
My eyes drifted across the cafe, taking in as many features about the place as I could. I'd always done that; it was what I'd been taught to do. I noticed the way the couple in the corner was on the verge of breaking up, judging from the fact that the woman had her hands under the table and still had her bag on her shoulder, obviously about to break up with the guy and leave, who had his hands stretched out in front of him, nearer to the woman's hands that his own body with his coat off and a lovestruck grin on his face. Poor guy, obviously thinking they would be there for a while, based on the fact that he'd taken his coat off and they hadn't even ordered yet. I glanced away. Continuing with the scan of the room, I caught eyes with a man sat across the cafe on the sofa with a blonde-haired girl. Then I woke up.
