Clay in My Dreams

I had a dream last night that I was in this courtyard early in the morning(I've been here several times, it's like a courtyard between some three kind of office type buildings made of red brick. There's nice lawn in the center where people go and picnic,who knows why they do in a business park, sidewalks around and under the eaves of the building with brick pillars holding up the rest of the building, and theres a freeway in the background and no trees to speak of. Down the pathay is a warehouse that stores weird artists studios. I don't go in there anymore, its a pigsty.Plus the last dream I had when I went in there was a little disturbing. The place was graffitied terribly, and some nice graffiti, and I think I was threatened by a kid with a knife.)

Anyway I was in the courtyard with some people I knew when I looked up and saw a guy I knew (or recognized) haha, it was Clay Aiken (from american idol, duh) and he was like in my dreamscape as a homelss type. Maybe a scrounger and he was playing notes on wine glasses where you run your finger around the ring and it makes a note. He kept transfering water to and from the two wine glasses changing their notes.

So I went up to him and circled him a bit until I was like, "It is you, Clay!" Like I had really known him some place else. He didn't really say much, but he gave me his wine glasses and I somehow figured out he couldn't talk anymore. I was sad, cuz I used to like the way he sang. So I filled his wine glasses up again and gave them to him and walked off and looked at him from a distance still playing those same two notes on the glasses.

What an odd dream.

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