Dream Journal
I had brought Michael to work with me. There were a lot of people in the office and he got pulled into helping
someone in the back while I dove into my work out front.
I could crane my neck awkwardly and see Michael, but there were a lot of people between him and I, and he had become absorbed in his work. After a while I got up from my desk and made my way toward him, traveling against the flow of people.
Then I saw him in the crowd and reached out to grab his hand before he was swept away by the flow of people. We stood there, all of the people moving around us, holding hands as I stared into his eyes.
Themes: Michael