dream.  
it's not a good dream but i remember so few.  i was out walking 
with my gray backpack and saw a guy and a dog on a lawn 
and i greeted them and the dog was a long lanky hound 
who stood up and hugged and kissed me so sweetly. 
then we were at the door and another dog 
came to greet me, a big brindle boxer, and she was sweet too, and knowing. 

then we were inside in the basement i think 
and while i was smooshing the dogs the kid leaned in 
and started kissing me and i pushed him off angrily
though he may have been innocent he assumed mutuality 
and mistook my identity based on my natural affinity with his dogs
where with the dogs it was natural but then it was not even with them
and the kid looked hurt and sad so i left.  
then i was at a table i think making notes or something 
and i left without the gray backpack and i was all flustered 
and when i went back the place was crawling with searchers with dogs 
and i knew they were looking for me and they had my gray backpack 
and my identity, 
and though i was not guilty i said nothing
and if i went back and said something to claim my lost identity 
and i'd be incarcerated in my innocence
and by mistaken identity.
and it ended there me watching the watchers
and the trail was gone cold.