The dream

We ran into each other when I went back to Hard Times because I forgot to pay for my food. You were right behind me when I got to the cash register. I listened to your album that you made. It was really cheezy. You got on the back of my bike and we pedaled out of the city. I felt your weight on my back with every bump in the road. Some of the bumps were snakes of varying patterns. I avoided most of them. We came to the end of the road. There were tall, milky green plants that were 12 feet high. They were being harvested, but the harvest had been postponed. There was a festival. People were playing games. I asked someone for directions. We had missed our turn. Back on my shoulders you go and then I woke up.