Dreams...

Dream:

I’m driving around someone like Neesa, Keefe’s sister. I don’t exactly remember why, but she needs something from SUA, and I said that I’d drive her to and back home from SUA, where she’d have to travel a couple of times before she had all the stuff she wanted. It seemed like she needed something from the library. She’s all non-dressy this time: has on a purple back pack, and dressed kinda like Jaime Grim and Ellie (not to worry, this is foreshadowing; by my own dream!)

So, I drive her around SUA, she gets dropped off at about the 370 Building, but it’s totally not like the 370 building we know. The building is amazingly not like a SUA building, there’s a glass canopy, multiple lanes, and busses and white vans flying everywhere. I pull into the lane closest to the opposite direction lane. Somehow, there’s all the normal parking going around the loop counterclockwise but all this stuff and 380 and 370 in their about normal spots.

So, she gets dropped off, she says that she’ll need to be picked up a little bit later. So I go, and then all of a sudden she’s back to being dropped off the 2nd time. So I guess I’d already picked her up and dropped her off.

As I pull into the exact same spot, Ellie walks up all smiles, with her purple backpack, and the ?brownish? sweater-coat-thingy she wears. At the same time, Jaime Grim (HS person), shows up from behind and they both ?know? each other, maybe. But, they both say ‘hi’ to me. And Ellie asks if she can have a ride so that we can have a ‘spot of tea (or fresh chai).’ I find it weird that she knows that in the pantry at home (here in CO), that I have many unused packs of tea.

As these girls were walking-up, Neesa has been putting her backpack in the trunk of my car. I don’t know why, it seems random to me, but I asked her if she wanted to put it back there, because I sensed that she didn’t need the backpack anymore.

So, now she’s done, and all three are sitting there on the right side of my car, where I’m trying to tell Ellie that taking some tea, would take an hour. Of course, Ellie’s like 30 minutes. Then, I’m like all counting the ways that it’d be an hour: prep time, drinking/chatting time, and then getting-back-to-work time. Jaime is agreeing with Ellie, but of course! At the same time, Neesa’s trying to tell me something, probably when to pick her up, but I’m too busy talking with Ellie, and trying to convince her that it’d take an hour, and then …

My dad comes and tells me to write a letter to Sensei for his birthday.

Interesting dream, totally weird!