Transcribed from audio recording

Early morning Friday, August 3rd.
I dreamt about B. Just woke up. B and I were hanging in T’s classroom on the first day of school with C.C., whom I haven’t seen in years but he looked like a kid and A.A from Drama. I recognized his bad teeth and bad skin. There was a hospital bed in the corner of the room. We joked about it because every guy I know has those same sheets (Star Wars?) including my ex Nice Guy. B said he had those, his brother did, and T’s brother did. He said he was going to lie down.
T. was outside where kids were playing tug of war. I told T. I was excited she was going to yell at the kids. I went back in the room. 6 kids were there, A in the corner, C. at a desk with another boy, and 3 boys at the back table.
B and I were talking, I don’t remember about what, but there was an understanding I was with someone, I assume Soldier. A. threw a cigarette at the couch where I was sitting with B. B. was on my left. I said, “Hey buddy you’re looking really good.” His hair had grown back. He was still very thin but he wasn’t jaundiced or pale. I touched his arm. It was bony. His clavicle was prominent. He said he had a “pacer,” a white machine strapped to his waist.
“But you look good. Do you need to lie down?” I pointed at the bed.
Sparks flew.
“What the hell was that?” The couch had lit up. C. and his friend were playing with a chemistry set. Like cartoon TNT, everything started lighting on fire.
“Brett, get the fire extinguisher.”
He did but it fell apart in his hands, a box full of white powder, not foam.
I grabbed it as the fire spread. I sprayed the chemistry set, the couch, everything else. I put the fire out as T. walked in with her class.
I made myself wake up by saying aloud, “I was dreaming about B.” I wanted to make sure I noted it.

I miss B. It was a good dream because he finally came to me and we talked and everything was ok.
At one point in my conversation with him, I think I referred to my significant other as “my husband.”

6something
Feeling better. B. is here. He came back to me. He was smiling. We were laughing. Everything was ok again, even with the little fire.
For some reason, we had conversation about Monica Lewinsky, Chandra Levy, and Gary Condit. Bizarre.
Going back to sleep. Maybe I’ll find B. again.