I was in this town with beautiful old buildings, trying to get home. I was with a friend though I don't know who because I'd speak with them but did not look at them or call them by name.
I remember distinctly one building had gorgeous huge dark marble columns.
Some frat-type boys in matching suits came up behind us talking politics and as they passe I heard one of them refer to the town as New Haven.
My friend and I continued walking past an old fieldstone building and I said it was a recruiting office (dunno how I knew that) and if we kept heading north we'd get home.
That was it. Never been to a town called New Haven. Weirdly boring.
Been dreaming a lot again lately. I like dreaming.
Sometimes even nightmares are more interesting than real life.