small village

I dreamt that I was at this village that was more or less one street. It was in the mountains along a railway line. The street had cute little buildings, some painted colorfully, selling food goods, local crafts and items that you would expect a small town to carry. It was nice. You felt like you could be at ease there. The population was mainly blue collar, older people with a few young families. If you missed the first stop to the town, you could get off at the very next stop, which left you at a vacant building. Maybe where a mine once was, but they used the land for storing now. I did miss the first stop, so when I got off, I realized I had to walk a ways in the other direction before I could get behind an iron fence and walk back into the town.

As I walked into town I felt like a spent traveler. I didn't feel put together, my hair was damp from the mist in the air, but I was ok with it. The town and its people were welcoming and warm. There was a place that had wooden covered areas, sort of an open air restaurant/pub. I thought I would get a bite and a beer. I sort of wanted to move here, but I had a fear of being stuck, or?? not up to date as the years would go by. Not changing to keep up with the times. I walked behind one building to see some mad made ponds. They didn't fit with they area, they felt a bit Japanese and modern. There were koi and frogs. Then I noticed a couple of kittens. I thought how strange and I went to pick one up. They seemed homeless and my friends would be coming soon. They wanted a pet. I went to pick the one gray kitten up and as it turned to me, it's forehead split. Not that it was open to the skull, but it was more like a defect, where it could move it open and closed like a muscle, more like a groove in the forehead covered in fur. I was repulsed a bit and wasn't sure what to think. I decided not to pick it up.

My friends arrived, CK, SK, and some more married friends of theirs. They were all having a good time, I was the 15th wheel. I was concerned for the town. They rarely had visitors, and enjoyed the few they had. But this was a large loud throng of people. Oh well, they could take care of themselves.

The next thing I remember is that I woke up. It was the next morning. I was eating... the evening before, and then nada. SK was giving me the look of .. yes, you misbehaved, drank too much, etc. At first I was concerned, but I didn't know how it happened, and what did they care. I wasn't affecting them and their lives. I was single, my life, and although I didn't want to do that sort of thing, I just could move on from it.

Then more people arrived. People from my past relationship. They all looked in good spirits and health. I received hugs, and how are yous. It was nice to see them and get that over with. They had come from a costume party and were having a good time.