Dreams: July 22
I'm with a friend, and we're trying to set off a little rocket/grenade.
We are outside. A man is standing with us, and our plan is to set it on
his back right before it takes off. I light the little object and then
realize it's going to go off any second, which kind of freaks me out.
I'm holding it in my hands. I throw it at the man who's now standing
in front of me.
NEXT,
I'm in a living room. Barbara Hilyer is sitting on my left. I borrowed
her swimsuit without asking her first. Now I tell her, hoping it will
be okay with her. She gets an unhappy look on her face and doesn't say
anything for a moment. I feel bad and apologize. She says it's OK --
too late now. We agree that I'll rinse it out and return it to her
right away.
FIN