i dreamt that my mom and i packed everything up and were going to hawaii, and i had a lot of new shoes

but somehow i ended up in a glass airport on a mountain in denver with an aerial view of the whole city and a bad case of vertigo, i couldn't walk straight and i held my uncle's hand

we were in the car driving and i made eye contact with kevin on a street corner, he watched me as we passed and i looked through my phone for his number, for some reason i couldn't tell them to stop the car

he started running... we kept driving, he ran harder, faster

i looked forward, couldn't speak, i looked back, he was resting and then he took giant leaps until he was almost grasping the bumper

and i said, 'stop! stop, please!' and got out of the car

i hugged him. 'i'm in denver,' i said. 'how did i get here? i read about this place.'