Odd Person - Odd Street
Dream
At dinner of my husband's family. I was sitting next to his grandfather H. He was asking me about my new job, and if I felt I was making a difference in the lives of others. We talked for much longer about much, then on my other side I noticed my brother had sat down. He and I are not close, in fact our history leaves us purposefully distant as a general rule. He was asking me to take him to pick up his stuff. I told him he needed to just rent a truck. He couldn't afford one, but wanted me to take him in my car. I agreed to drive him to the bus station. As I drove I found myself on a rather surreal street. There was a tea shop/emporium with a large teapot sculpture that steamed. Further on there was a large building that gave a seamless mirror to the street. I found myself alone in the car at the light. There was a sort of square where vendors had small carts or tables, even a few small tents. There was a lady with a yellow bird selling scarves with beads on the fringes and small clay pots of perfume. The light turned green and I told my brother he needed to rent a truck, and then I gave him the money. He gave me a sad smile and asked if I would ever take a chance at forgiving him. I smiled and told him that I had years ago. He kissed my cheek and got out at the bus-stop. H asked if I liked my salad, I told him it was very good but it needed more salsa.
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At dinner of my husband's family. I was sitting next to his grandfather H. He was asking me about my new job, and if I felt I was making a difference in the lives of others. We talked for much longer about much, then on my other side I noticed my brother had sat down. He and I are not close, in fact our history leaves us purposefully distant as a general rule. He was asking me to take him to pick up his stuff. I told him he needed to just rent a truck. He couldn't afford one, but wanted me to take him in my car. I agreed to drive him to the bus station. As I drove I found myself on a rather surreal street. There was a tea shop/emporium with a large teapot sculpture that steamed. Further on there was a large building that gave a seamless mirror to the street. I found myself alone in the car at the light. There was a sort of square where vendors had small carts or tables, even a few small tents. There was a lady with a yellow bird selling scarves with beads on the fringes and small clay pots of perfume. The light turned green and I told my brother he needed to rent a truck, and then I gave him the money. He gave me a sad smile and asked if I would ever take a chance at forgiving him. I smiled and told him that I had years ago. He kissed my cheek and got out at the bus-stop. H asked if I liked my salad, I told him it was very good but it needed more salsa.
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