Last night I dreamt Elizabeth came to visit me. I was living in a lovely place in Chatham. She arrived with metal hair curlers and proceeded to set my hair. I said, this must be boring. Don't you want to see the beach? We walked down the street toward the beach, but stopped at a little outdoor cafe.
Elizabeth needed to make a phone call. I decided to return home for something, assuring her I would be right back. It is just up the road, I said. I headed home but got lost. I asked someone in a shop where I was and they said Chatham but I couldn't find my house. I thought to myself that Elizabeth would be getting worried back at the cafe and that I should have brought her along with me. The shopkeeper gave me directions to a hotel which I knew was near where I lived and I began walking again. After I woke up I thought oh, I should have taken a taxi.
