dreams have such a strange logic.

last night I was in a friends house

which was somehow in WI

even though I know they live here.

I have never been in this person’s house

and yet I was walking around a house

with it’s clutter and homeyness

and detail.

everything cast in a shadowy blue light 
like it was morning and the lights were out

piles of paper everywhere

and an beige plastic phone like they used to have in offices

it was a mid century modern

(there are many of those around here)

(I don’t even know if my friend lives in one)

my brain made this whole house to walk around in

without having ever been such a place

and it felt entirely logical when I was there

it wasn’t strange that me and another friend were just walking around this strange house, it being the meeting place for a group of us

and we were the first to arrive.

right next to the campground

we let ourselves in.

not sure how?

and we didn't have phones

so were wondering about the rest of the group that had not arrived.

walking around.

this house.

that I don’t know.

that I have never been.

it made complete sense in the dream.

but on waking and remembering

it fell apart.