subconscious

so, he's visiting a friend of mine's. she calls me to go to the shops to get something to serve up. we take buses towards a location, familiar, unknown. she stops at different shops and I tell her off: it's rude to keep a guest waiting. we walk down a road, familiar from other dreams, down a hill, restaurants and bars. I go to his former partner's home. I drink a glass of water in a coloured glass, Syrian. I carefully wash the glass and hide it behind others in the cupboard. I clean my fingerprints from the tv and the door. I get back to my friend's. he's having a bath, made himself right at home. naked. he laughs at me.