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A trespasser
May. 21st, 2023 02:19 pmI dreamed I was walking through a closely laid out network of homes not unlike Radburn in Fair Lawn, where there are no vehicular roads between homes, only walking paths. It was raining good, and nighttime. Maple and oak trees' sodden limbs hung low overhead, making things even darker.
I had turned in because I was following some suspicious-looking character in white. He was just a flash, maybe 50 yards away, and he picked up his pace when I saw him. This wasn't even my neighborhood, I thought, but I felt compelled to follow.
Lights began to come on inside the homes. The paths between became lit up as if by spotlights. People came to their windows, hollering at me as if I were the trespasser. And I guess that I was.
I had a boombox and turned it on. The sounds of Jimmy Cliff, and fortunately one of the guys who came out of his home gave me a nod and told me that he was heading to a jazz club in Newark for a reggae session. I nodded back sagely and told him perhaps I would see him there, then turned and quietly slunk back to the street.
I had turned in because I was following some suspicious-looking character in white. He was just a flash, maybe 50 yards away, and he picked up his pace when I saw him. This wasn't even my neighborhood, I thought, but I felt compelled to follow.
Lights began to come on inside the homes. The paths between became lit up as if by spotlights. People came to their windows, hollering at me as if I were the trespasser. And I guess that I was.
I had a boombox and turned it on. The sounds of Jimmy Cliff, and fortunately one of the guys who came out of his home gave me a nod and told me that he was heading to a jazz club in Newark for a reggae session. I nodded back sagely and told him perhaps I would see him there, then turned and quietly slunk back to the street.
