can you say that again, please?

i sat on the bench, drawing in my sketch book, waiting for my flight. a young pilot came to me and demanded my attention. i looked up and he said:

'i like you.'

i was stunned. i stood up and saw him slowly disappear from my view as he took the escalator. he was late for his flight. i felt my cheeks burning, but i mustered to courage to ask him one last question before he was gone. 

'are you kidding?' i yelled, hoping that he could hear.

he gave me that apologetic look with a charming smile on his face and tapped on his watch. he mouthed....


... damn. i can't remember what he was trying to tell me. the dream proceeded to tell all sorts of stories and i met almost everyone i knew, except the pilot. after the dream marathon was over, i woke up and tried desperately to go back to Slumberland again. but the effort was futile.