file under: dream from earlier this week (plus a vision from work)

when was this? maybe monday. i'm in the living room of a one story house with a (male) friend, who it is i'm not really sure. it's murky in the room, not exactly dark but very muddy. it's bright outside, but there are yellowish drapes drawn over the window and everthing is cast in this ochre or amber light. we're there talking with a (female) friend, who is telling us that her husband abuses her. my male friend and i are there to "set him straight", as it were, once the husband gets home.

a guy walks out of another room and i grab his arm. "is this him?" no, she says. he's my... neighbor. clearly, they are having an affair. he looks like tobey maguire a little bit. i let go of his arm and sink into a low brown chair almost directly across from the front door. my friend says, "it's dark in here and bright outside - his eyes won't adjust right away." as marcus used to say, it's about to go down.

i wake up with that anticipatory feeling in my body of approaching someone who doesn't see you.

[completely unrelated: last night, 4:30am or so, walking toward the elevator bay to go up to the 6th floor vending machines, no one around and no one really moving anywhere in the hospital, an elevator door unexpectedly opens and a middle-aged man hastily finishes wiping tears out of his eyes. he walks out quickly as i'm walking into the elevator, clearly having used the elevator ride down to break down a little and then compose himself again before going home. someone he loves must be dying or hurt badly - visiting hours ended long ago. it was such a brief moment. almost a cliché, really, but still moving.]