Living somewhere like New York i think. Living in queens still, and stressing about the distance. Alone at times. Very rainy days. I meet some people. There is a large room filled with school desks with lighting like in a mcdonalds, very few people, some sit down, i plug my computer in in near one guy and we start talking, messaging. He plays soccer, i tell him I’m terrible.

I have to address daisy being here as she became my romantic interest in the narrative. Our kiss happened slowly and in the end i was rejected though not upset, because, like in the movies she caught me looking at her lips and i caught her glance at mine. She said this was not a good idea. We decide/she decides it is not a good idea at the moment, i walk her home, it starts pouring, some how on the way home daisy is no longer daisy, she becomes amandla stenberg or someone of the like. The state becomes more country-like around us, the rain still falling heavy, but endearing and we run through the rain, then Amanda she knows a short cut, gets off her bike and makes a couple turns through the light forestry until we arrive. I do not go inside. I forget who we interact with outside or at the door. I tell her I must go back to the mcdonalds/hotel, I’ve left my bags, my papers, everything. She says “oh”. At one point she says i can stay there with her, excitedly, but like a joke, and i wish i could take her up on it. She brings me extremely hot and milky espresso in an extremely tiny cup and we sit on the bench outside of her house in the middle of the forest, i look across her yard at the street and I see Kevin unloading something or moving trash, he is at his house, he looks or he is dressed like a douchebag: gold chain, Patagonia, but still loose pants and vans per normal. I say look that’s Kevin and she says he looks like a douchebag, i said he doesn’t always look like that. She takes a look at his tailoring and says oh, you’re right. I also see Alvaro in the street in his car, but i can’t really see him, obstructed.

I don’t know what organization i was a part of that alllowed me to ever stay in that McDonald’s hotel. Strangely modern place, quite dark.  I rememeber early in the dream, doing something that gives me anxiety, walking around McDonald’s trying to find a place for a flag or a branch, because i was told i cannot leave mine where it was. This was at the very beginning when i had a room overlooking the city streets and i felt lesser that my window was often obstructed by the very tall white box truck that stood outside.