I had a very weird, very busy dream. So many things were happening and so quickly. I woke up tired from the dream itself.

It started with me back in the Caribbean at my grandparents'. I can't remember much about that part. Tons of broken threads. I remember walking along the beach though and ignoring guys as I strolled along. Then I was in a highrise creeping around in air vents. I have no idea why. And I remember balloons for some reason too. Someone was having a party. Then this announcement came over saying there was a bomb in the building and that everybody should get out. And army guys. Everywhere. One smiled at me and he looked familiar. I've seen him a couple times outside Grand Central.

Flash.

Standing on a terrace talking to Rudy on the phone. My mom was there. Then Aaron pulled up in this small car. A Mini Moke. He was wearing nothing but sleep bottoms. I sighed and told my mom I'd be right back. Still talking on the phone with Rudy, telling him what was happening, I walked down stairs and out to the street. Everything around me flickered and I was on a street I know from back in the Caribbean. I sat on the edge of the Moke and told Rudy I'd call him back. He made some condescending comment and I hung up. Aaron was drunk. Grinning like an idiot. He started babbling on that it was only a joke. Everything he told me was a joke. That he really hasn't been seeing another guy for 2 weeks. I told him it didn't matter and got up. He followed me. Things around us were distorted and we ended up standing in this really beautiful room. Marble and glass everywhere. An office building. People started filtering around us. He kept saying, "It was a joke. C'mon, it was a joke." I fell sad. My eyes hit the floor and I walked to the elevator. The hallway began to get crowded and Aaron couldn't keep up. I never turned around to look at him.

Elevator doors opened and moved to step in. Aaron got in and that was the only time I looked up. As the doors closed and he faded away. He couldn't get back out in time. I turned around and walked to another elevator. This girl I knew from highschool. The one I met near Penn Station months ago got out. I smiled and told her hi. I got down to the lobby, pushed through beautiful glass doors and was in some sort of courtyard. Very pretty. College kids were all over the place. Somehow ... being there made me feel alone.

I walked down this road. I think it was cobblestoned. I kept hearing this music. Then I saw some little kids going home from school. I turned this corner and saw this long line of people, mostly teenagers leading into a McDonald's. The line stretched right across the street. That's where the music was coming from. People in line were laughing, chatting and bobbing to the music. A lot of Asian kids were there. I bobbed to the music until I was through the crowd.

Then I started floating. My body just lifted off the ground a little. It didn't surprise me. I'd just hover for a while. It was nice. Some guys were practing near the steps of a building. Like a street band. I floated over and listened to them. They all said something and I finished whatever it was by saying, "So true" and smiling. I can't remember what they were saying though. Then one of them sorta grabbed my hand and asked, "How do you do that? Float like that."

I smiled and floated away. Going higher and sort of boastfully saying, "I've always known how to fly." Thing is though ... I couldnt've gotten as high as I usually do in other dreams I've had of flying. And that worried me. I didn't show it though and continued floating around.