Dream

I had a wild dream at three in the morning when my dog woke me up. I was on Brighton Beach close to where my grandparents lived, near Coney Island and my deceased friend Maynard was there. My pal Sally said I'll let you two have a chance to talk. I was beside the boardwalk walking close behind him on the sand. He turned said why are you following me? I was thinking because you might die.

Then I gave my brother Peter and his friend apple pie slices that were perfectly whole but inside a plastic water bottle. They were eating the pie with a fork and it seemed like a great way to have portable pie. It wasn't until I woke up that I realized the logistics were sheer dream magic.