see you at the crossroads. i was at a mall that had an art museum on its fifth floor. i know a mall of a similar nature, but it's in manila. only in the philippines. i was wearing this short dress and high heels and dancing seductively in a corner while a man played bad indian music on his boombox. don't know how that figures in, but i found it interesting. anyway, i try getting to that art museum but i am deathly afraid of heights, it seems. i can't even get on the escalator without feeling faint.
it gets fuzzy at this point, and now i'm with ryan from high school. thank god he ignores my existence now, or i wouldn't talk about him...we're at school and i ask him if he's walking home. he says yes, and for some reason, i don't walk with him. i walk away instead, look back, and see him looking perplexed. but i keep walking around, and so does he, and finally, i see him sitting down on a bench [the place is now set up like a bus station]. i give in and grab his hand and i tell him we're going somewhere. that somewhere turned out to be a junction at a mall, you know, one of those designated areas that says left arrow NINE WEST, right arrow ANN TAYLOR. Except this one, oh shoot, I don't remember now, this one said Museum, Aquarium and a bunch of other places. I decide that we want to go to the museum, but he's tugging back at me, it seems like he doesn't want to go there...
point is, i wake up and i'm thinking about him, which isn't really a good situation. because there never was a situation in the first place, or at least, one that i was fully aware of. so if he ever ends up reading this, by some grace of god, then maybe he can tell me where he would like to go.