A strange dream last night. I had gone to SF last night to see the Hip and had a stroll through part of the Mission district at dinner.

To the dream:
I had taken Christian somewhere on the bus, and the bus stop where we had gotten on was right in front of a library (I think the San Jose library near Rainbow Drive?) and taken the bus to the midsts of this large city, in a neighbourhood that wasn’t absolutely horrible, but was definately less safe than I’d want to be in with a 3 year old, past midnight. When we got off the bus, it was very late. The area around the bus stop was fairly well lit with streetlights, and I saw across the street another large library. I thought that it would be a good idea to take Christian into it, since being out here, despite the fact that there were 20+ people waiting for the bus, I felt distinctly unsafe. So I picked him up and took him across the street, and of course it was closed, and furthermore several homeless people were sleeping on it’s steps. I hadn’t gotten *to* the steps, I was still perhaps 20 or 30 feet away, and I realized that I was right on the very edge of the light projected by the pseudo-safe zone of light projected near the bus stop. I stopped and turned around and tried not to hurry back to the bus stop, holding Christian in my arms and hoping I was projecting an aura of cool calm detachment, while keeping my terror filled heart from bursting out of my chest. I was absolutely scared out of my wits that something would happen. I got back to the bus stop and a bus came around the corner, but it was a mini-coach bus, going to somewhere near LA (some kind of express). I found a well lit place to sit, and Christian nestled his head against my shoulder, and I awoke.