Matching Gloves

Note: "Flash" was there, in this one . . .

Dream #1: At some street market:

A leather designer selling gloves, bags - caramel color - beautiful. We were leaving the market, walking home to Grandma Rhodes'.
We found several pairs of those gloves lying on the ground.
Spencer said to pick one up to see if it matches. They did. Then . . . two older ladies came along our path and saw us going through the gloves.
They said "Oh look, the gloves we bought for our husbands."
I wondered if they were for real or scamming. They spent hundreds of dollars on their gifts.
So, I have them back, while Spencer wasn't looking.

Dream #2: Billy Jo Marchman (real-life friend of my mother's, and a former teacher of mine.) - was preaching a sermon at some church. I asked my friend if she was a drag queen, today. He said "when is she not?"

Dream #3: We were at someone's house. There were some children, some pets, some beautiful people. There was a bag of new glasses - same color as the gloves. (See Dream #1, above).

I tried on the one pair that was different - tortoise shell. This one girl said they looked awful. Every pair I tried on made me look old and fat. (I saw in mirror.)