Dream Journal
My father and I were driving through an urban street late at night. He was driving and I was in the passenger’s seat gawking at all the tall buildings. We were the only car on the road and were going home from some event. We made a stop at Sam’s, a local membership warehouse, to get a few items. Standing in the checkout line as my dad is buying tube socks and Swiss cheese, I glance to my left and see Desultory, an online friend whom I have never met, at another checker. He has two carts loaded down with items to buy. He looks up and recognizes me, but there is no communication between us. My father’s tube socks were taking an inordinate amount of time to process.