I walk into this coffee shop, even in the dream it is an unfamiliar place and i have probably never been there, or have been there only seldomly.
I don't expect to see anyone that I know.
I walk to the back of the coffee shop and sitting at one of the tables, is Warhol, a friend of mine and, if my dreams are trying to tell me something, a possible love interest.
In my dream I am surprised that he is there.
I set down the coffee I am carrying (it's black and strong) and Warhol stands up from his writing and is not at all surprised to see me.
He hugs me and whispers into my ear "do you know why I love hugging you? it's because then you're hugging me back."
then it skips to us standing on a street corner. He smiles looks at me and kisses me. It's good and long and i don't protest. Yet I wake up in the middle of it.
