i'm walking along with a carnival. though the streets of rome. and i can sense him. i'm with someone, a friend. and i can see an archway. its big. i take them over and there is a door on the right that opens on a small room. only big enough to fit a double bed in. i tell this person how i spent my time with him here.
then i'm with him, sitting cross legged on the bed just talking to him, about how i miss him and i still love him. i don't remember exactly what he said in return.
then he's gone and i want to cry. runners in a race run past the window. its hot even though its night.