In this dream, I am crossing the Golden Gate Bridge with my brother
at night. He is autistic, and his coordination is not very good.
We are way up in the orange scaffolding, moving slowly,
helping each other.
The Pacific ocean is black beneath us.

It is never dark enough in this room to sleep all night.
The nurses move in and out pushing metal carts.

My kitty is curled up at home on an empty bed,
in an empty house.

 
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