A New Dream Man . . .

David Coverdale.  Yeps.

I dreamed I worked at an office, a law office I believe.  Coverdale came in and I helped him out with something.  He was very appreciative and wanted to repay the kindness and take me out to dinner.  I was trying to find something to write on and found one of our advertising fliers that had a blank square space on it and was going to write down my address for him and I had recently moved and could not for the life of me remember my address.  I could see the street, the house, the neighboring houses and I knew it was Bowyer street (yes Clint is starting the 2014 NASCAR season off well), but I could not remember the house number except that it is "84something".  I kept thinking 8442 but just couldn't remember.  The house was red brick as were most of the neighboring houses, but I just couldn't remember my address.  I ultimately woke before resolving the issue :(.

The Rez

So I was on a reservation somewhere, or near one at a bar.  I was wearing a navy blue skirt suit with black high heeled pumps. I was looking for someone in particular. The inside of the bar was dark and smoky, not many people there but all were Indians.  I was being regarded as a white person, pretty much being ignored.  I couldn't find who I was looking for so I started to leave.  I went out to the parking lot, a dirt and rock lot, and couldn't find my car.  I realized someone had stolen it.  I saw through the eyes of the thief, a couple of Indian men, average looks, long hair, when they stole it.  They were looking in the window and saw a couple of cds on the seat, native American music, and one said to the other "she must be part Indian" and they took off in my car. I woke as I was waiting on the police to come.