weird dream...

walking along and saw some cute semi-punked out group/band? went down the hill and met up with a date. we were going to see a movie together. as we strolled away, we pause for a moment and turn since suddenly a tv crew? or something asked the girl of that group/band what her name was. she replied, "snowcat." "okay, snowcat, what's your real name?" "i can't tell you," she grins and throws an arm in the air. so the reporter? guy turns to the other bandmate and is about to ask a question when snowcat hops on a vespa and motions to her bandmate, who also hops on. they speed off down the hill. i watch them and wonder if their speed isn't a little dangerous. my date and i stroll on. we make it inside a theater? big room inside a building with a canvas sheet for the screen and those foldable chairs for seats. we sit and watch a movie. i don't even remember the movie now. my thoughts bounce from the movie, to my date and our possible relationship, and snowcat and her bandmate zooming around on that scooter. and the reporter who was cut dead during his show. the movie finishes. my date and i walk along, pretty silently, when i suddenly have some kind of vision. a flashback of seeing the vespa-riding couple losing control and heading straight into a restaurant?shack? i panic. it's nearby. i run to the site and inside. an old woman and an old man are sitting on a wooden bench and chatting together. the old woman looks unsurprised as i ask if they've seen the couple on a vespa. she shuffles towards a back room. i follow her. inside the dusty room, snowcat and her bandmate are lying very still on the floor. the old woman looks at them and says, "they crashed here, but they have no ID and wouldn't tell me their real names--" i don't even finish listening and grab my phone to call for an ambulance and run out of there. shit, i don't even know what to say. just gave a location and babbled incoherently. what to do? what to do? oh! suddenly, i know that the reporter-host guy will still be there. and he's snowcat's older brother. of course. i pant up the hill and start crying as soon as i see him. he knows it must be about snowcat and her bandmate. i try to tell him what happened, or what i think i saw happened in my vision and he slips his hand in mine. i fall silent. we walk quickly down the hill, towards the fallen couple.

. . .this dream was all in korean.
. . .i have no idea where my date disappeared to.
. . .after linking hands, i felt a jolt of recognition?connection?

the details of this dream keep slipping away from me. red shirt. was there history with the other guy? i can't recall now. gotta try to stop grasping.

okay.



um...yeah. question mark.