I woke up with a dead arm under me
it was my own
 
 
The girl whose dreams are real.
 
 
Is a dead girl, sleeping real. She is dead and she dreams she is alive, seeing people, having feelings, she does not really have. Well, she really has them, but how could she, she is dead.
 
Let me have a talk with her.
 
How are you doing, Josepine?
 
Oh, its good to see you Caroline, I was getting worried that you might not come.
 
Josie, let's go.
 
So they went outside, into the sun. It is early and the air is cold.
It is a morning of little fog, and though the top of the buildings were bright, and the small sky blue, they were in the shade below. Josie and Caroline walked to a rocky path on the edge of the bay. There were many little sculptures of precariously balanced rocks, and Caroline went to examine one.
 
"Are they glued together?", she asked, and tried lifting a grey oblong stone. It came off, and she carefully put it back.
 
A man with a big white fluffy dog was walking down the path.
 
"Let's go where there is no one else"
 
Both Josie and Caroline forgot what happend next. Its tough to remember your dreams, even while you have them. Amazingly they stayed together.
 
They found eachother in a gymnasium with big halogen lights above. They had just been turned on, so it was dark, and a faint yellow glow came from the ceiling, dimly illuminating the wooden floor and bleachers.
 
Josie hugged Caroline, and they melted there, warm in eachother.