caocethes scribendi

weird, brief dream.  wandering the streets of portland (park ave, specifically, at the foot of the hill) in a dense fog so thick it is signifying the end of all things.  i am walking with a device that doubles as searchlight (poor in the fog) & music-player.  i am with two others.  they eventually fade away into the fog.  i hear the rumble of enormous doors sliding closed.  i am trying to find my way home.  there is (of course) something in the fog.