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I was newly in love with a young man who was about to leave on a group trip with mutual friends. He
was walking down the stairs as I was walking up and we clasped hands as we passed, our touch
lingering as long as possible as we went our separate ways.
Inside the room upstairs, I cooked a cheeseburger for a girlfriend on an impossibly ancient stove. The
whole kitchen was disorganized and ill-kept. In the middle of telling my girlfriend about my new love, I
looked over at the huge black stove with rusted hinges and falling off knobs and said in a quiet sad
voice, "I really hate that stove."
My girlfriend and I moved into a small bedroom and I continued the story about my new love. I
rhapsodized about him, telling her how we'd first met and how I felt I could talk to him so easily. She
listened with eager interest until we both must have fallen asleep from the boredom of it.
I woke up with a start, hearing a male voice in the yard under my window. A wisp of grey hair caught
my attention up on the wall. I gave it a tug and found to my combined horror and amusement that a
gigantic ball of grey hair was stuffed inside a shallow depression in the wall. "How the heck did this get
in there!?", I asked...speaking to myself and continuing to wonder, was it some kind of nest?
Outside the window an elderly gentleman wearing a white sport coat was bringing up a basket of
vegetables we'd been promised earlier. Was my girlfriend downstairs to receive it? This seemed
confusing, like I had vague memories of making this arrangement earlier. I watched the man from the
upstairs window, he was talking to someone who stood outside my line of vision. I hoped they would
work out whatever they were doing. I turned back to the room and M, a waking life friend of my
husband's was there. He lay atop my body, moving sinuously. I sighed and reminded him he wasn't
allowed to actually DO anything, but curiously...I didn't try to push him off. He nodded eagerly, "Oh
yes yes, I know. No humping." There was someone else on the bed as well, not saying or doing
A woman pushing a stroller peeked into the room, looking for me. I immediately went red with
embarrassment, pushing M off and explaining with rushed words, "This isn't what it looks like!" Even
as I was declaring it, I was wondering to myself...*well, what IS it then??*.
The woman explained that I'd fixed broken snaps on her child's coat before and could I do it again? I
inspected them, fingering the silver pieces and experimentally connecting them together. I smiled
sadly, "I don't have the equipment to fix these anymore. But look, you could use this piece of the coat
as a belt. You won't actually need snaps anymore."
The dream switched and I was riding in a car my sister was driving. I held a baby on my lap. We
were driving through a quaint neighborhood, next to some train tracks. The crossing lights were
flashing and the rails went down so I knew a train was coming, in fact I could see the headlights of it
down the track a little ways. Just as I was about to warn the baby of a loud noise, the train flew by with
a roar, it's horn blaring. The baby was startled, but because I was right there with warm arms to
comfort him, he settled down immediately. I expected the train to continue on down the tracks, but it's
brakes screeched and it stopped amid a crowd of confusion. I looked back out the window as we were
driving away. What had happened I wonder? I hoped someone hadn't been hit.
My sister drove on a little ways, we were coming to a stop light and I was suddenly concerned about
the baby's safety. Why didn't I have him in his car seat? Did I really think I could protect him with my
ARMS if the car was in any kind of accident? I told my sister I was going to put the baby in the car seat
in back and opened the door. Just then, the light turned green and my sister drove away. I stared
after the car, what?? She turned the corner and came back around the block, but I had to walk a fair
distance over grass to get to the car. As I was strapping the baby into his seat, my sister asked me
why I'd gotten out of the car when the light was green. Couldn't I have waited until we stopped? "We
WERE stopped", I reminded her. "I didn't know the light was going to change so fast."
extremely low cohesion. there seemed to be entire sections of the dream that I either missed or only
dreamt the memory of.