when Ritsuko times out

I just woke up after that incredible party last night. I remember seeing a very strange and sad dream that prompted me to go onto Facebook and make sure that it was all a dream. One that I’d seen before.

I was visiting a close friend of mine again, who for some reason was living with foster parents or something. They appeared to be taking attentive care of him, but I always felt something was up. He was disabled in one leg, and I had no clue what that would do to him. As I came into the room, he stood up and went into the bathroom – from there I could here noises that sounded like somebody throwing up. He didn’t look distressed or anything – strangely happy, in fact – but he never said a word to me. He just looked at me, with that (dumb?) smile on his face, with that same face of old, and lay back down into the sheets again.

Then I remembered there was another friend, who had been taken in by a woman perhaps in her 40s or so. The last time I dreamt this, she was in a fight with her. I could not imagine what in the world happened to her – how many months, years, had it been? No more than two years, please. I ran, ran, ran, but I could not find her apartment anywhere. That was rather strange – I remember going into it. I remember… not much else, except that she didn’t get along with her foster.

I couldn’t help her any longer.

/dream