dream 2006-05-13

We hung out until the wee hours, and even they began to grow before sleep came. Only one image remained on waking, and the rest was just an impression.

Don't remember the context, but Armourtime is hanging out with a bunch of us in a place (his place?) that is almost, but not quite, like HomeFree. We're kind of bored, kind of restless, and so he produces a comb out of somewhere (probably nowhere) and combs my hair for maybe two seconds. I'm completely bewildered, and he just laughs. I know it's some kind of kindly joke, but I'm unsure as to the meaning.
We're all gathered in one place, and in the dream that seems strange, some kind of dangerous break from a life on the run. There's something that lurks below the surface in the waking world that has carte blanche in this dream place, and it's a different life altogether. Constant dull menace has replaced constant dull comfort.
We're in an apartment complex, making me think "Soviet Workers' Housing" even more than HomeFree already does. And yet, this tiny room is comfortable, if only because of the company, so I know this is important above all and to be nurtured... of course, right?