the dream

i dreamed that i was following my old friend louise around new york. she was doing some sort of volunteer work that involved going around the city verifying that all the secret bottle openers were still in place. they were installed in caves, bookshops, and sometimes on trees in the park. there was a long, involved story of how new york came to be filled with secret bottle openers, but i don't actually remember it.

later, i was lying on a grassy traffic island, reading a book and contemplating the possibility of moving to new york. it seemed like a good idea at the time. but then, in the dream, new york had a lot more grass and trees than it does in real life.