Sleep never comes easy for me. It's been more difficult as of late with family staying over. Especially since I'm left to the couch, which isn't a foldout one. I tossed and turned for a few hours before falling asleep. Maybe the heat had something to do with the dream.
The first thing I remember was walking along a path cut through a vast landscape of short dry grass stretching out for miles. There were some sparse hills as well, though they weren't very tall. I walked along this path for awhile before I came to a white three story house. Looking down the path, there were three or four others just like it, before the path curved over to the right.
I was looking for someone. I've no idea who, but I had an image of someone in my mind which has since faded. She lived in one of the houses, I didn't know which. But somehow as I passed them, I knew she wasn't there.
The path led to a park, where the grass was green and a pair of trees shaded some tables. It continued up a hill to a small parking lot. Passing through, I came up to an industrial area, with large metal warehouses and factories lining the streets. There was a chevron gas station alongside one of them, and the thought came to my mind that she works at a chevron, but this wasn't it. It was closed anyways.
As I walked further along the street, the scenery changed from heavy industry to one made up of smallish shops, like in a neighborhood. The next intersection has another gas station, again a chevron. This was the one she worked at, though how I knew, I had no idea.
Walking in, I made a pass around the candy bar rack and picked out a pack of gum. There was no one behind the counter, but as I approached, a small asian guy came out from a back room to ring up my purchase. He looked kind of like Mako. Sounded like him too. I had thought to ask, but looking around, I knew she wasn't there. And it was time to move on.
I figured I should make my way back to the houses, I might perhaps see her on the way there. I walked back the way I came, but as I passed the first gas station, I seemed to have gotten a little lost. I soon came upon a school that reminded me of Glendale Community College with how the buildings were arranged on the hill, but they had the mascot and letters of USC emblazoned on them. George Lucas went to USC film school. I wondered why that thought came to mind right then.
There were a lot of students coming to and fro and around the buildings. Some of them were going up and down a path to the left. Looking on, it seemed like it would lead back past the park. And it did, but it first lead to a large gully or ravine. I'm surprised I didn't notice it before, but it ran parallel to the park and connected to the path.
As I stepped into the shadows, I became aware of voices jabbering in some indecipherable tongue. I felt a brief stab of panic when I realized they were speaking spanish, and I had woken up to the sounds of my relatives walking past me into the kitchen. I rolled over and tried to go back to sleep, and I did for a few minutes. Though I didn't dream, all I accomplished was to put my arm to sleep. Once I got some feeling back, I lay there until the bathroom was free. A cold shower felt great in this heat.
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