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Category: September 2005

I dreamed I was at a shopping center. I didn't have a shirt on, and I was having to cover my chest with my arms and hands. I got behind a concrete barrier, but people could still see me. There were guys playing football. When one guy saw me, he threw the football to me. I think it was my choir director's son, Rob Land. I also saw a guy who used to live down the street from me when I was a kid, Mike Rogan. I caught it. Instead of passing it back, I bounced it. Surprisingly, it went exactly where I wanted it to go. Another guy threw me the ball. I bounced it back again.

I left that area and decided to go to my car. I walked out of the shopping center. People were looking at me. As I was going up some stairs, a guy was riding down them on a motorcycle. He had dark hair and a dark mustache like Tom Selleck (who I don't find attractive). When I got to the top of the stairs, he was following me. He was staring at my chest and kept trying to grab me. I started yelling, "Help." I saw a girl, and was calling for her to help me, but she just smiled at me.

I must have gotten away because I was looking for my car. In the parking lot, there was a train. It was like it was Christmas time, and they had set up a train for the kids.

I had Lilydawg with me, and I was trying to put something in the trunk of my car. The trunk was full. I noticed Lily had wandered. She was in the street, and cars were zooming past. I was afraid she would get hit. Next she was up on a car's engine. I picked her up. I didn't know how I was going to load my car and hold her at the same time.

I was going back into a building, this time with a shirt on. I was holding a red pizza delivery bag. A man walked up, trying to get into the bag. I told him if he would come with me, I would share.

We sat at a table, and I opened the bag. There was a sandwich in there. I tore it in half and gave him half. He had glasses and thinning hair and was wearing a work uniform. Somehow, I knew he was married. I asked his name. He told me in a thick accent, but I couldn't understand, so I asked him to repeat. I was thinking Leonard, but it was more like "Engard." I asked him to spell it, but then I was distracted by a bustle of activity around us.

Young people were gathering around, but acting like they were doing other things. I could tell they were plotting some joke against me. Then they started joking with me. I don't know what they were doing except one had a bottle of chocolate syrup, trying to squirt it at me. I got the bottle away, and started squirting them. They scattered.

I had to leave the table. I think I was chasing someone, still playing the game. Then I remembered my purse was at the table. I looked, and someone was trying to steal my stuff. I saw her run off with my stack of 45s. I chased after her. She was at an outdoor flea market selling my vinyl albums. She had also stolen a lot of my photographs. I was gathering them up and asking aloud, "Why would you steal my photographs?" I remembered I'd left my purse and the table and was hoping no one was stealing my wallet.

I was cooking chicken. The people who provided the chicken only gave me bad pieces, though. I complained. Then they gave me a whole chicken and a bunch of thigh pieces. It was great!

Later I was telling one of the section managers I work with (Pat) a story about when I was cooking the chicken earlier. We were at a gathering. I started the story by telling her that the people who provided the chicken only gave me bad pieces of chicken. I was going to tell her more, but she immediately went over to the people and started giving them a hard time in a joking way. I tried to get her to stop because they had given me the best chicken after I said something, but she wouldn't listen. I was very embarrassed because it made it seem like I was only telling people about the bad chicken.

I must have gotten loud or upset because I got in trouble with the division manager over it. I tried to explain things to the division manager, but no matter what I said, I got in more trouble.

I felt helpless. I don't like these kinds of dreams.