Dreams
Everyone has them. I love my dreams, but lately I forget what happened in them and soon they disappear as soon as I wake up. I figure hey, if I write them down and then type them up, surely that will help me remember them.
The Follower
Now, the thing about this dream is I had a stalker, but I wasn't afraid of him. Why? Because he wasn't threatening. It was as though I expected him to follow me all along (even though I do not recall knowing him personally - he was just a random on the street).
I was walking down a street, in a city, and a guy from a café called out to me. I looked up, gave some sort of signal (a wave?) that I had he