Voices

I am walking kind of by the wharf in Santa Cruz. I make my way up west cliff, although, as dreamscapes often are - things were quite different than the actual place. There were several restaurants where lighthouse field should have been. I saw someone I knew from a long time ago walking towards the ocean. I started to follow after them and maybe say hello, but they turned and looked at me, the look on their face said that they wanted to be left alone. Instead, I turned and went into the nearest restaurant that i could find. It was a tiny little taqueria. I saw <PERSON> who was sitting by himself at a table. I went and sat with him. At the table next to us was an old woman. Honestly, the only words I can think of using to describe her are "old hag." Well, I suppose there are others but those fit her best. I noticed that she had a box full of kittens. "Ten dollars for a kitten," her voice rasped loudly. <PERSON> turned to me and asked if I wanted a kitten. I looked at the kittens and saw a completely white one that was staring at me. I went over and scooped up the kitten. I am not sure if I exchanged money with the woman, but she seemed to think that me having the kitten was a good idea. I was very happy to have the kitten. I went to the ocean and sat, watching huge beautiful multi-colored waves crash along the cliffs, the kitten sitting calmly in my lap and sometimes on my shoulder.