Lori or Laurie

I slept last night on a fold-out couch at my sister’s place, with a layer of memory foam. I’m in love with memory foam, sinking into it. it’s so lush and comforting.

this woman appeared in my dream who I vaguely remember from work, but i’m not sure which work… trying to think of a job I stayed at long enough to remember someone who was simply a friendly work acquaintance for a while, and either she or I disappeared and that was it. it’s obsessed me since I’ve awakened. i think she may have been a real person. She was petite and nice.

in the dream, i was in love with her. if I’m not mistaken, the apocalypse was happening all around us. and we tried to keep together. buildings were crashing, lots of tumult all around us. I think her name may have been Laurie or Lori. In the dream, and perhaps beyond, she morphed into another person.

About The Lost Pedestrian

In my wanderings throughout the moments/days/years, I try in earnest to find the mystical within the mundane and the mundane within the mystical, oftentimes confusing one from the other. I have wandered and roamed through many a city, many a town, in a state of wonder and bewilderment, without necessarily going anywhere. I am easily lost, but eventually found. (I am guessing you have just found me). My sincere hope is that you will find Something in this warehouse of thought, memory and false memory, words, numbers, tangents, murmurs, echoes (lots and lots of echoes), voices, dreams, and other paraphernalia.
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