two dreams about [ ]

first

 We go into an abandonedish building that is still being used across the street from the house in Kingston where I spent my adolescence.  “I can’t believe this is still in use.”  [   ] laughs as the building sways back and forth in the wind, the floor levels on either side seesawing up and down, six feet at a time it seems.  An old balder man in a wife beater brushes his teeth and another one, or the same one, with a bigger build, struggles to get up and down the stairs.  “Incredible what it is we live with around here huh?" I say.
As we go back downstairs something deeply disturbs [   ].  I don't know what to do, [   ] is inconsolable.

second

we meet again....
some kind of airport looking place, it seems to be some indistinct metropolis, Toronto at least, but also Kingston, also Vancouver/ some emptier city out west or in Florida.  It's summer.

We are in a van, driving around.  We pull up to the fence alongside the Rondout neighborhood center.  There are a group of hysterical people that seem to know [   ], even though we're in my neighborhood.
We started cruising down spring street and then took a left onto colonel chandler.  I pushed back into my seat a bit, maybe even reclined and asked.  “So [   ], how’s life been these past 3 years?  Or has it been 4 years?  [   ] put up four fingers to correct me, maybe [   ] was smiling.  I remember that i knew exactly that it had been 4 years, 4 long years.

“You know, nothing too much, each year turns into the next.”  “Yea” “I’ve got a degree from Columbia.”  A vision of a Facebook page comes up and I look at [  ] degrees listed.
At some point we are cruising through a neighborhood that looks like where Dina lives in Franeker.  I said “growing up some crazy stuff happened to me here.”  I was referring to Kingston, the Rondout.  “Like what?” “Just crazy stuff... but it happens to everyone in my neighborhood so it's just the way it is.”

Things had really gotten much more subdued, for us both, yes  (perhaps all this relates to the email i took apart and blogged, the drunk dialing [  ]'s answering machine, and how different [   ] voice sounded somehow, even though it was the same answering machine as 4 years ago.)

 My brother's voice tells me something wise that brings the context of the dream into question, I might be aware this is a dream at this point.

I was in the backseat now, a bank perpendicular to the front seats.  I saw [  ] get back in.  [   ] put [   ] foot up on the dash and leaned back, maybe [  ] started driving away, that's when I woke up.