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so socks and i are walking
through some sort of park

and lo and behold

there is c., walking "over there"
sans her familiar
(dog)

somethingsomethingsomething

c. and i are somehow forced to spend time together
through act of god?
going the same way?
blind date gone wrong?
i can't remember the details.

as much as my blood boils with the very sight of her
i am nice
because i can be nothing BUT nice.

and she responds,
nicely,
and we have this day of interaction,
cautious niceness.

she leaves a note for her friend
which i find.
(addressed to "torquil", which is odd because i don't even read torquil's diary)
it says that she wanted to hate me, she really did,
and she was scared of me,
but i turned out to be ok. we just had the Socks thing to NEVER EVER discuss.

i think "aww that's nice."

and further down the note is "here is the $200 for the weekend" or something to that extent.

and lo and behold

an envelope filled with u.s. cash.
(c. is always, apparently, broke)
i think....hmmmm. i really hate her. i could take this money. but we spent a nice day together. and i'm rethinking that whole massive disgust and despising thing.

so i go to the guy's apartment to deliver the note and money.
then to the grocery store to do the same.

IIIII DUNNNO.

i wake up and tell my girlfriend "i dreamt that c. and me got along and hung out"
she says "you always dream that you and her hang out."
and i say "no i don't."
and she said "i'd like that if you and her didn't hate each other"
and i said "dream onnn....well, ok, they are my 'dreams' but dream on anyway cuz it ain't gonna happen."

the end.