dream geography

In a dream, while strolling among bookshops and the like, I chance to meet someone who hates me but is constrained to be polite. With a venomous smile that person asks, the better to avoid them, on what streets one is most likely to meet me. I name two streets in Oakland, one in Berkeley and one in San Francisco.

On waking, I remember that none of those streets exists.

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