Dream fragments and emails
Just woke from vivid dreams of the kind I don't get often. I recalled a surprising level of detail so I'll leave it
In earlier portions I was camping and filling a bucket of water at a pavillion around sunset. I was talking to a group of fire-spinners that would be performing later that night. But the most remembered part was later and separate.
A dream where a slightly older-than-me but pretty redheaded woman smiled at me in a bank near the ATM. She talked to the bank manageron the way out, a black woman withvery short hair, who then approached me to give me a piece of wrapping paper or celophane from the outside of a calendar. She said the redheaded woman had asked her to give it to me and after more examination, it had her email address printed on a reciept/sticker with the message "thought you looked lovely. The adress got partway into my head but is missing a few letters: GMa****@rhinodo.com - I then chased after her out the door but she was gone. My mother was sitting on a park bench outside which was decorated with turquoise fish. I sat and got sullen and angry as I described the whole situation to her. Loud angry music started to play, drowning out her perfectly civil-toned response as I woke from it all.
In earlier portions I was camping and filling a bucket of water at a pavillion around sunset. I was talking to a group of fire-spinners that would be performing later that night. But the most remembered part was later and separate.
A dream where a slightly older-than-me but pretty redheaded woman smiled at me in a bank near the ATM. She talked to the bank manageron the way out, a black woman withvery short hair, who then approached me to give me a piece of wrapping paper or celophane from the outside of a calendar. She said the redheaded woman had asked her to give it to me and after more examination, it had her email address printed on a reciept/sticker with the message "thought you looked lovely. The adress got partway into my head but is missing a few letters: GMa****@rhinodo.com - I then chased after her out the door but she was gone. My mother was sitting on a park bench outside which was decorated with turquoise fish. I sat and got sullen and angry as I described the whole situation to her. Loud angry music started to play, drowning out her perfectly civil-toned response as I woke from it all.