I'm like a bird

 

I found myself homeless last night, in my dream world adventures. I was living out of a backpack and some plastic bags. I had a scam which seemed to be working pretty well. The idea was to find some domicile of any kind that was unlocked and unoccupied, temporarily hang out there, using the facilities, hopefully managing to remove myself before the occupants returned.

I guess I'd been doing that for a while before Lowell, a deceased friend of my uncle Steve, invited me to stay at his tiny board and care facility. It promised to be a haven with free accommodations, including meals. 

There was just one problem: I couldn't remember the address. So I flitted about from one mistaken locale to another, packing and unpacking my backpack and trying to escape unnoticed, while I struggled to recall the exact location of the place he had offered to put me up.

I thought to call Lowell and get the address, but his number wasn't in my Rolodex, which was curiously devoid of any numbers at all. I tidied up my latest squatting room, and was about to leave the hotel, slipping past the check-in girl who just happened to be Janet Knoll, ex-cult member and ex-wife of Chris Knoll. 

"I'm not checking out. I was never checked in," I told her as she positioned herself to bar my escape. 

"I know, Andrew," she said, startling me with her recognition of me. "I know exactly what you've been doing."

I was terrified, as she seemed about to summon the authorities to have me arrested. I was preparing to make a football charge past her and run for freedom, but, thankfully, I awoke before it got any uglier. This homeless hotel bum lived to squat another day.

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My immediate take would be that the homeless condition would represent my relationship status, and my squatter's scam is my tendency to glom onto any person or situation which can temporarily fulfill my needs. I know I'll never be getting comfortable, so I keep my belongings ready to travel. 

The promise held out by my uncle's friend represented my most recent hope with Lesa for a legitimate, more permanent arrangement, but key elements were missing. Namely, where the hell was the damn place I was supposed to be staying?

A rough interpretation for sure, but it's all I've got at the moment. I've awoken today back in my real world of aloneness, which is inhabited by friends with good intentions, but not that permanent, stable relationship to hang my hat on, which I seem to have been seeking. 

I have been friend-zoned by Lesa, which is, I suppose, better than being cut off entirely. But after the level of sharing we'd been doing, it leaves me feeling like I'm not likely to ever achieve that kind of closeness again with her or anyone else. So I'm packing up my emotions into my backpack, and off I go into the world again, a homeless transient, relationship-wise.