Stark sun dream
The trail with a Spanish architecture car garage repurposed
I was only running by
There was a huge red button under words that said "share" it was a button long like a lightswitch
Everything was bright, but cool bright
The garage was thick white stucco, arches, a bench across the entrance like a hipster bar.
As soon as I touched the 'share' lightswitch (it was a choice, I wanted to do it, I slowed down). The cowboy looked over at me and asked if I knew what I was doing, I admitted to knowing nothing.
I sat on the bench across the entrance from what I assumed was a bar with a blue grey man in a hat with no face. But he was so comforting.
A little girl came up with purple and orange and yellow and green jugs, like Appalachian jugs that were narrowed like an Asian pieces.
They were in a box with red tape and I remember wondering how she could hold it. Dark cardboard, like the old kind they don't sell anymore that already looks wet.
The man in the hat just nodded me towards the entrance, I walked in and it was a ceramic studio (I know, lame ending to a dream but at least I wrote it down).