I'm in
Philladelphia, in my
dream. I recently came
home from Philly, but I'm still there in the dream. I'm smoking a cigarette, which isn't unusual, I've recently quit, but I smoke alot in dreams, but what's unusual is that I was smoking a
menthol. (God forbid!) Anyhow, I'm smoking menthols in Philladelphia, reading a newspaper that is printed on red
paper with black ink. I'm
sitting in a park-ish
looking place. It's less of a
park and more of a tienamen square type concrete area with lots of benches and a large circular fountain in the center. There are lots of kids skateboarding, however, they look very young,
too young to be skating as well as they are. I get distracted by watching the
youngsters skateboarding, and drop my
cigarette onto the
newspaper, and the newspaper catches on fire
immediately, as if soaked in
kerosene. I throw the paper down, however, don't act startled by the flash fire, I feel more
upset about loosing the menthol.
I remember hearing that
skateboard-
grinding-noise that I find so irritating, the on that comes either when a board grinds on a
rail or
bench, or when the board is turned perpendicular to the
direction that it is moving (
understand?).