I wake up in an apartment in San Francisco.
The place belongs to someone else. I am visiting the city for a few days. They are letting me stay there.
It is a beautiful apartment in an older building, warm and inviting, with big windows. There’s a wonderful view of the Golden Gate Bridge.
I stretch and yawn. I move the white sheet to uncover myself. I get out of bed.
I walk around the room towards the window in my underwear. I look around, stretching and waking up, feeling the warm sun all over my body.
I hear someone else stirring in the room.
A drop-dead gorgeous man is in my bed. He leans back on a couple of pillows, naked, the white sheet pulled up to his waist. He stretches and yawns, the golden sun beaming off of his hard tanned body.
"Morning," he says. "It was nice."
I am taken aback. I don’t recognize him.
"We spent the night together?" I ask.
"Yes," he says. "But, don't worry. I'm just a figment of your imagination."
"Oh," I reply, somewhat confused.
I notice the man’s eyes as he looks at me. They are so blue and intense they almost glow.
“Your eyes are beautiful,” I say, “What kind of work do you do?”
The man tells me about his favorite ways of having sex positions, locations, what he would do with my body.
“I really enjoyed last night,” he says, smiling.
He doesn’t mention what he does for a living.
“I’d better go take a shower,” I say.
I walk out of the apartment and into a hallway, making my way to a bathroom I know is up ahead. The wooden floors of the hallway creak as I walk; I feel the soft warm carpet running down the center of the hallway beneath my feet.
I open the door and go into the bathroom.
Two men are there, going about their morning. One is toweling off, just having taken a shower. Another stands at a mirror, shaving.
There is no eye contact between them and myself. It’s as if we share the same space, but they cannot see each other nor can they see me.
Things seem strange I decide to skip the shower.
I exit the bathroom and walk back into the hallway. It has changed it seems to go on for miles in the distance.
I decide to explore, to see what’s ahead in the distance. The apartment building hallway changes as I walk.
I am in the lobby of a large office building. There are people milling about, going in and out of a set of elevators in front of me. Some stand and talk with each other.
I wait there for a moment, still in my underwear, and watch them. They are dressed in suits and carry laptops and briefcases. They do not see me.
I continue walking through the lobby and enter a revolving door that leads outside.
I am on a long, narrow airport concourse with windows on either side.
Passengers rush about, going to and from their flights. Some carry or roll baggage. There are men and women, all ages. Some look like they are on vacation, others are dressed for business.
I am still just wearing my underwear. They do not notice me.
I look out the windows of the concourse. I recognize that I am in Los Angeles.
I continue walking and, up ahead, I see a film crew. They are shooting a scene with two men chasing another. They have guns. I step aside as they pass by.
I look through the windows. I want to go outside and enjoy the sun.
Suddenly, I am in a college, standing in an empty hallway. Everything is quiet and still.
There is a lecture hall ahead of me. I walk into it, feeling the cold institutional tiles beneath my feet, looking at the drab, somewhat dirty, beige concrete walls.
I walk into a tiered lecture hall. It is filled with old desks, all tightly packed.
I see a small wooden door, about three feet tall, on the far wall of the lecture hall near the podium.
I must get to the door.
I can barely walk because of the tightly packed desks.
I examine the desks. They are worn and covered with graffiti.
Each of the desks has a small rectangular wire frame on top for an index slip, similar to what one might see on a filing cabinet. Each frame contains a slip of paper.
My name is written on the slips of paper.
I finally make my way to the small wooden door near the podium.
I reach for the brass doorknob. I turn it and open the door.
Then I woke up.