This is what I want

The fire trail had dried up to the point of being almost a desert. There was a castle at the top. It was rickety and slowly dissapearing, leaving behind it not empty space, but a void. A splatter or two of clones came down the path. Becky and I turned to look at each other. There was a set of wooden stairs built up a steep slope of the hill. They led to a street filled with green trees and houses where people knew each other. This opened up a new path directly behind me. Becky was gone. It was fall and there were oak leaves everywhere. It was an old wood hotel, hidden up in the hills of Berkeley. I assumed it was abandoned. I first thought I would live there. Then I imagined renovating it with Adena. I was in front of the boarded up front door with two women struggling to light a clove cigarette. I noticed one of the women had a nice bag. I kept on looking closer and closer until I realized it was the same as my bag. I realized that she was me and I was her. She didn't seem to care as much as I did about this fact. She had a friend who also didn't care about much of anything. I went upstairs and mused about moving in here after graduating, getting a steady job and living a solitary life. There was a bookstore on the second floor where I found two men going about important store business. Then a new dream began.