Baltimore in the Alps

Walking to work. There is snow on the ground. As I pass the athletic center I see Colin ahead of me wearing an ill-fitting gray suit. I walk faster to catch him up and drift slowly off the ground. I look across the road to where the Institute used to be. An Alpine village is glistening, quaint, sunlight on snow.

Looking at the window in my bedroom. I write down the dream on my pad.

In a room. Sitting with Bonnie and Gina. I drop cigarette ash on Bonnie's leg and it burns a hole. She smiles.