A short piece of another dream. Last night. This took place in the area in Kalamazoo where Park splits from Westnedge, by where Howard intersects and Hardings is. That area (kind of like a triangle) had a big parking lot, a laundromat. At one point, I thought a guy was following me, so I was driving my car around in a weird pattern in what seemed like a HUUUUUGE parking lot, trying to get them away from me. Sometime later, I stumbled upon Alex Aivars, and we walked to the laundromat, and were holding hands, and he was being more 'gay' than usual. Quite flambuoyant. And we walked into the laundromat, and that's all I remember.
Oh there is another part of this dream that is right at the tip of my... mind? I can almost remember.
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