dream

Mike and Tim had a house together just off of the hill. I went down there for help with fixing my bike. On the way I heard rumors of an article Tim had written for the Peak: it was “why Punte Alan is the greatest place on hearth” (and by Punte Allen, he meant SFU). It was a beautiful article that made everyone at SFU believe that they lived in paradise. It probably helped that the clouds and sky were dramatically good looking that day.
Mike was surprised to see me, but very kind; he gave me some cornflakes and strange potato patties to eat while he worked on the bike. Tim was either not around or upstairs. I wasn’t feeling particularly comfortable or welcome, and the feeling increased when D arrived. But he was also ambivalent to my presence. I assumed that everything was subdued because of the Peak article and the beauty of the sky.
Mike finished with the bike and I rode it back up to the school.