I had on some clothes. I imagined these shoes somewhere in a place that looked like mid-brooklyn. These were red chuck taylors. i had some other shoes. when i went to the place i saw in my mind, there were police there. they were keeping an eye out for some thief. i went into the apartment, immediately followed by the police officer. startled by him following me, i ran. i had an apartment at the end of the hall. i actually found the shoes i mentioned and tried to hide them since i didn't have time to put them on. i attempted to climb into the ceiling tile and hide, but the beams wouldn't hold my weight.
i simply went back outside without shoes on. just before the officer caught me, someone that knew me saw me and called out to me. after explaining to the officer that i couldn't have stolen something i clearly don't have, i went over to the person that called me. they stood there. there was a young guy and a girl. she looked like a high school friend, lei, but it wasn't. my pants were rolled up and she told me that looked stupid. the guy was a previous member of a band called "through the blood". he hugged me and we talked. he was a black guy. we went somewhere and some of the other band members were playing a song.
when we went back out, the streets had generated their own music. it was a song with a funk foundation, but it hasn't been made yet. groups of people did varying dances in lines and circles -- it was like a party in harlem. after a while, my friend tried to get me to dance for a while. at first i was nervous, but toward the end, i danced in a way that looked like a pro.
what the hell?
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