I had just had a dinner at a fancy restaurant that required reservations weeks in advance, all by myself.

They'd set up a kinda TV-tray style temporary table for me to eat at, as everyone else in the restaurant was in a group. It felt like they had set it up in the center of the room to put me on display, and I really didn't want to be on display. I didn't want to be eating alone either, so I left.

When I left the restaurant, I started walking through a terminal at the airport. You were there, carrying a large number of packages, and mostly undressed. You were rushing somewhere, and I followed, but kept a distance, saying I wouldn't look because I knew you were missing quite a bit of clothing.

I said I'd watch out for other people while you dressed, and I looked out a window, seeing only my reflection. Up a set of stairs, two Border Patrol agents were approaching, and I was afraid that they'd see you before you were dressed.

I turned around, and you were sleeping on the floor, with your bags around you.

I gathered the bags to watch them, and you were tossing and turning, not getting a restful sleep. I realize now that you were tossing and turning, just like the child I spend the entire day watching.

And also like that child, you began to spit up, though in my dream, water, and I gently turned your head to the side, brushed the hair out of your face, and hoped it would take all the troubles of the world out of you.

I think the interpertations are rather obvious for this one....