biker on 27th

Oakland CA

Description

I was stopped at a red light on MLK I think, and when you passed me you looked at me. You weren’t wearing a helmet and I wasn’t either, even though I should be because I got in a crash recently and so did my friend. Your hair had blonde tips and your bike lock was around your seat post and part of it was orange. You may have been wearing a flannel but I’m not so sure. That’s really all I remember about your appearance. Even so, I thought you were cute. I tried to catch up to you to say hi but you were really fast so I couldn’t. You went onto San Pablo and turned on like 32nd. It was dark outside by that time, and it had just recently become dark. That night I had a dream I saw you on the street and somehow you knew my name. You asked me why I didn’t say hi to you and I asked “how do you know my name” but you wouldn’t tell me. If you astrally projected into my dream, let me know.