Quote of the day: "I was the kid next door's imaginary friend." ~ Emo Phillips
Dream Fragments ~
I am at the house in Bethpage and it is a sunny day. For some reason I am climbing a part of the house to get from the front porch to a spot where Spook (my cat) is. I am wearing a cowboy hat and it flies off as I laugh.
I am in a antique/junk shop, situated in an old wooden building, like a large garage or workshop. There is a computer here that I use to check out Native websites and the thing gets hung up quite often, not unlike the computer I use everyday in waking life. One website has a feature that 'paints' different flags on the screen if you hold the mouse button down. There seem to be several different ones - I see two American flags and a confederate flag. I keep forgetting to leave the button down.
I am still in the shop but now I'm standing in line, for what, I don't know. I am next to a tall, white haired man who also has a beard and mustache. He is wearing a tan suit. (Actually, he looks like a fuzzy version of Robert E. Lee.) We both worry about 'Victoria', who evidently is in a bad situation. Suddenly, 'Victoria' appears and stands right in front of me, literally an inch or so away. She is somewhat pale with short black hair and wearing a 'little black dress'. She is also seems to be mentally challenged. I immediately hug her as if I have known her a long time and I realize that I want her for my own. She doesn't hug back but the fact that she came to me is enough. I know that the man was hoping for the same thing and I worry that he'll be mad that she chose me over him. I don't let her go though.
I am standing outside the the building with my dad. I have a used roping saddle that is more like a bareback pad with western stirrups. It is very light and flexible. We get into a truck and leave, turning left to go down a highway that I don't recognize. I look at the saddle and tell my dad that it will suit Tomingo just fine then I realize that I have a child's saddle in my hands. I feel a bit disgusted but decide that I can fix it.
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