we could have co-existed but now that you have resisted

dreamed of a city with corridors and back door stairs. outdoorsy and dark. it was evening. there were bugs/reptiles/creatures out. they were noisy. i climbed and meandered through some alleys and steps behind some houses, talking to no one i recall about Gavin Newsom and liberal politics. how i don't keep up much. could have been talking on the phone but was certainly cautious about what was said, so i must have been in San Francisco. there was a young man, either Hispanic or Filipino, i came across him descending a set of steps out into a street/ a clearing of sorts, and watched him squash a little creature, perhaps 1/4 the size of a dime. i agreed that the creatures were making quite a racket and he offered to come find the little guys for me. i declined graciously and continued on my way......

then there was a dark, elevated, hospital-type place. an OR, on the top floor of the Powell st. Forever 21, or so it appeared. there was a tall, dark, handsome guy i was flirting with, but i think we got in trouble for banter on the job. i think i was taking care of a handsome young male patient as well. the lines blur....