Red chairs

It was one of those crazy dreams
It was very dark and she was on her own
She knew it was very late
Yet the avenue was crowded like a mall on Christmas eve
Everyone was walking the opposite way
She walked towards the moon,
Pushing through the crowd with their zombie eyes,
And stood between two buildings
Everything vanished with a splash
She faced a tropical forest
Pushing against a crooked fence
The full moon cast an odd greenish light on one of the trees
He materialized beside her
They sat down on red plastic chairs and shivered in the cold
Everyone else was asleep
There was now a porch and they were sitting on the wet steps
He came closer
She shivered, no longer from the cold, and stood up.