Neighborhood Meetings

France. Bikes.

I lived next to a cafe on top of a hill in a cute neighborhood and I was excited because I was supposed to meet you at a park. I rode my bike down to the park and before I found you, I saw my dad. He was really happy to see me and asked if I wanted to help him deliver a package to someone. I said yes, but I had to find you first.

The park was really pretty; there was a river, lots of trees, and people playing soccer. I rode across a bridge and found you, told you I would see you later, then went with my dad. It was weird; my dad was young and healthy again. He wasn't nuts.

We talked and laughed as we rode our bikes through this cute French neighborhood (which looked just like Montreal) then we left the package at someone's doorstep. We parted ways and I went back to the park. I looked for you but you weren't there anymore. I started to get self conscious and upset because maybe you were mad that I broke off plans. I walked my bike a few blocks up the hill to the cafe to have something to eat and there you were, drinking coffee. You invited me to sit down and then we started talking and laughing.

The setting -- the neighborhood -- was far more vivid than anything else.

After that, I was back in my high school auditorium where I understood that the school was built on an underground volcano which was going to go off anytime now. I had a book which told how to stop it and I had to deliver it to someone but
all the other students kept trying to steal it from me.