Originally Posted by Clairity
Ok.. my recall has been really bad lately as my 16+ year old (crazy a$$) dog is deciding to bark anywhere between 4:30 am and the time I have to get up for work.
Anyhoo, here are the fragments of the dream I can recall. I think the reason "O" was in it was because I had read parts of his dream journal last night.
I find myself walking through a parking lot and as I look to my right I notice that there is a line of people along the sidewalk and it looks like someone is serving a buffet of some kind. The line is long and I debate if I'm willing to go stand in it.
I hear someone mention that it costs so much to eat and I realize that I don't have any money on me. I notice a bank across the way and think that maybe they have a money machine or can cash a check for me.
I head towards the bank and out in front I see a row of motorcycles and somehow I knew that one of them belonged to "O". I walk over to his bike and can't help but be impressed.. it is a large black bike and the sun is glinting off the metal.
I open the back compartment and take "something" that I know means alot to "O" (unfortunately my senile old dog started to bark while I was writing this part and completely obliterated from my mind what it was that I took).
I continue to the bank, go through the first set of glass doors and see "O" and a friend of his crouched in the corner talking. "O" is dressed in black leather (appropriate for motorcycle riding) and doesn't take notice of me as his conversation with the other guy is that deep. I also get the impression that "O" works in this building.
I pass the second set of glass doors and am stopped by a security guard. There are already other women there trying to get past him but he is refusing stating that it is "after hours". We manage to convince him to let us in and I go up to the first desk and fill out a cash withdrawal form.
I walk over and hand it to the teller who promptly pushes it back at me and tells me that some lady who quit hated when we filled it out that way! I promptly push it back at her and reply that, since the lady who hated when we filled it out that way has QUIT.. why doesn't she just take the form and give me my money! We eyeball each other for a second and she grudgingly gives me my cash.
Money in hand, I head back through the second set of doors and see that "O" and his biker friend are still talking. I stand in front of the two of them and, looking at "O", I tell him I have his ???? (CRAP what was it??). For some reason the word "passport" just jumped into my head but I can't be sure if that was what it really was.
"O" looks at me strangely and asks me why I took it and I reply that I was afraid that someone would steal it.
"O" now looks at me like I'm crazy and I get angry and stammer, "That's ok!! See if I ever try to help you out again.. and if you want it back.. you can come and get it!"
"O" glances over at his friend and his friend breaks into laughter and states, "You're in trouble now man!" and "O" responds by laughing as well.
I huff off and meet up with a friend halfway across the parking lot. We notice while we're walking that there is a thin gangly guy walking in front of us balancing some sacks and a large bag of popcorn. I think to myself how funny it would be if he tripped and his bags went flying. No sooner had I thought the thought then it happened! He lurched forward, his arms flung open and the sacks and popcorn went everywhere.
My friend and I crack up and somehow, I can hear "0's" friend say, "You better watch that one!"
Well that's the end of the dream.. at least what I can remember through barks!
Hahahaha. Awesome. I'm honored to have been in your dream, Clairity (and had such a badass bike. Hehe.) I'll be sure to drop in and check out some of your dreams, more often!
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