Friday April 2, 2004 -
Dreamscape: Had a very clear dream last night - I remember I was back in my Elementary School, in St. Elmo - I was sitting in the hall at a desk, working. An older, grey-haired lady, about 5'5 with a jolly, round face - I had seen once before in my dreams came in and unlocked the Kindergarten Room door and said hello, and went inside. A friendly encounter.
Then, this guy drove up in an open-top Jeep. Blonde, German or Scandinavian looking. 20-something - muscular build. I think he was trying to pick me up! HAHAHAH! He was asking directions, and didn't know the area. But, he kept talking, after I told him the directions, wanting me to get in, or get closer. So, I ended up getting in the Jeep with him to show him. Once I was in the car, I looked at the time, (for once!) . . . and decided it was lunch time. That meant, I could go on a mission-of-mercy-adventure with him, and not be missed from work. So it was, and we drove off.

He was looking for the Sherwin-Williams Paint store. He mentioned some street numbers, and I took him to the closest one, in Lincoln Mall, (where Scott and I went on our impromptu road-trip, two weeks ago.) I remember telling him he was almost there. He was on the right path. When we got there, he stopped the car, and we kissed, but neither of us wanted to do anything more than that. I was taken, [Scott]. He respected that.
Well, suddenly, that wasn't the right paint store, and I had to eat, yet. [it was still my lunch hour] We were in a big parking lot - which was at my high-school, but also on my college campus - where the cafeteria was - [both places merged in my mind, what can I say.]

He looked at his directions, once more, and I noticed that the address to his paint store was actually in Oak Forest - way North of where we were. I said goodbye, and got out, rather hurriedly, pointing him in the right direction. He drove off, and I remember thinking - why doesn't he just go get a map? He was college-age, and I just figured he didn't have enough money. But, he had money for some frivolous thing in his jeep. [trying to remember] So I didn't feel too bad. But, when I woke up, I felt bad for just getting out, and not showing him where the new paint store was. I was where I needed to be, so I just didn't give his problems any more thought, after that.

Well, I remember going inside a building - and my friend Martha was there. She wanted me to work on painting an airplane. I was actually doing the painting. [another paint reference, here] - her live-in boyfriend was there, and made a comment - "I really like our new bed." Then she made a comment - "Well, I guess it could be your bed, too, since I bought it."
There were other friends there, and they heard that comment and thought it was typical "Martha" style. Sort of selfish or self-important - sounding. Controlling, maybe?
Anyway, I started painting the airplane, and was choosing pale-yellow-ochre shades from the small paint tubes. They were from one of the extra water color sets that was in the drawer. When I was choosing the right tube, I was all-of-a-sudden concerned about using all the paint for this project, and thinking I might run out of paint for MY water color book project. Now, it was for Jamie (my son,) so I didn't mind. (For Martha, I think I would have minded.)
We finished up, and left Martha's, and walked outside with all our friends. They were saying, "Did you catch Martha's subtle comment about the bed? And how she made sure that the BF KNEW it was HER bed, not HIS?"
Then, some old, grey hairyed guy - a chauffer - a jolly Irish-looking face, came walking up, (from the North of the parking lot at school - what directions, eh???) He was an old friend of mine. I think he also knew the Kindergarten Lady, from earlier. Then, his wife got off a bus, out front. He slapped her on the butt, as she was walking. They were playful. We were all walking away. Then, I woke up.
The End.