Another Dream

The following is another dream I just had. Maybe a daydream, maybe a dozing kind of dream... either way, I just thought this, and I'm trying to write as many subconscious thoughts down as possible, to identify myself.

Imagine a city of canals and black water.

I am stationary on the corner of a bridge and street, peering down a river to a distant point that's not really important. 

On both sides of the river are buildings perhaps six stories tall, maybe more, maybe less, but their windows are dimly lit up by black lights, giving the air a terrifying, dark look.

Reflected of the black waters, there is nothing. No stars, no lights.

But.

I see the ripples become like hair.

Deep black hair, waves of it. And of course it reminded me of your hair, and you told me how you used to have it extremely long. 

I leaned over the edge of the bridge, the concrete must've been ages old, perhaps from an old world city like Dublin or Berlin or Paris or Madrid.

Bits of the rock begin to crumble, but I don't care; because I am peering deep into this pitch black river water that is your hair.

More rock is crumbling off.

Suddenly, milliseconds before I fall, you appeared before me, on the other side of the bridge. You shouted very quickly, "Don't fall off the bridge! Don't fall too quickly into the rivers of my hair!" But of course you shouted it so quickly, it sounded simply like "DERP!" 

As I tumbled down the bridge, I saw you extend your hand as if to catch me, and, amazingly, your pale thin arms almost did, but I fell too quickly.

It was only until after I fell, after I landed in the soft rivulets of your hair and after I was quickly washed downstream like shampoo on to the banks of your neck did I begin to understand what you said.

I fell asleep on your shoulders, the harbor of this city with black lit buildings; and of course, in dreams when you fall asleep, you really wake up.

So I woke up.

I found a sticky note next to my bed with a picture of a city, and a canal and bridge, and in the water was written "The canals of this city know more than the streets and all their infinite cobblestones because the flow of water is a black mirror reflecting the depth of everyone and everything  that's ever peered into it."