Of all strange dreams this is the strangest one, not because it is but because it is not.
I am standing in my leaving area just watching him as he does the dishes. That’s it.
He stands in front of my sink, here in my new apartment and with a white apron on systematically washing dishes.
The moment is so short lived, for a brief moment, a minute or two at the most I just . . . watch him. I study his motions, his hands, his arms . . . As he picks them up, washes them and then sets them on the drying tray.
Such a daily, boring task but when done by him I am mesmerized and I can’t keep my eyes from him.
Wait. What is he doing at my apartment!?!?