Dream of: 30 September 2009 "The Silver Thimble"

 I had gone to visit Eddie Estepp (one of my former renters in Portsmouth, probably in his mid-30s, a man of egregiously unsavory character). Although Eddie was now Michelle's boyfriend, I knew Michelle wouldn't be with Eddie at present because Michelle was in jail (where she had resided for quite some time). Normally Eddie and I didn't get along, but I now needed him to do something for me. To assist my suit with Eddie, I had come to see him under the pretext of providing him information about a television which he wanted to obtain from someone. As we quasi-amiably conversed, I pondered my need for his assistance. I had recently seen a marijuana plant growing in a little garden in someone's back yard, and I wanted to steal the plant, but I was unwilling to actually steal the plant myself. Therefore, I intended to try to convince Eddie to steal the plant.

The setting was a large room. I particularly noticed the size of the room because it was much larger than the small room Eddie used to inhabit. Obviously he had risen in the world. Eddie sat on his bed while I stood and conversed with him at length, never, however, reaching the subject of either the marijuana or the television. I finally sat down and we simply sat and talked. I noticed that even though we had become cordial, Eddie never mentioned Michelle. I likewise didn't bring up Michelle's name.

I finally stood, walked out, and as I descended the stairs, realized the building was actually a large hotel. When I reached the bottom floor, I could see an elegant dining room (as if from a former opulent era) off to the side. Several people, ostensibly preparing to serve a meal, were walking around in the dining room. 

I continued my trek, walked outside of the building, and found myself on the street of a fashionable district of a city, where automobile-traffic had been blocked off and pedestrians crowded the pleasant shop-lined street. I became intrigued by the vast variety of people in the street, and as I scrutinized their faces, one man bumped into me. After we had both continued on a few steps, I stopped, turned around and looked at the man. At the same time, I noticed something odd: hanging from my left side was a lemon-colored tennis ball (but somewhat smaller than a regular tennis ball). Apparently the ball had originated with the man who had bumped into me. The cloth-like surface of the ball seemed to have attached to something on me which resembled Velcro. I pulled the ball off from me and threw it to the man. He immediately responded, "Why'd you do that?" Apparently I had unintentionally offended him.

As soon as I turned and again continued my trek, another fellow walked up to me and said something was hanging from my clothes. I concluded something else had attached itself to me when the first fellow had bumped into me. Looking, I discovered a silver thimble hanging from me on a string. The fellow who had pointed out the thimble to me acted as if he wanted me to give the thimble to him. I didn't. Instead, I began trying out the thimble on one finger after another, thinking perhaps a thimble signified something when worn by a man, even though I couldn't figure out what that "something" might be.

When I again continued my trek, the fellow began walking along with me. I began trying to figure out where I was going. In the distance I could see the skyscrapers of a city which looked like Dallas. I wasn't accustomed to this place, and I tried to figure which direction I should take.

As I continued to walk, I entered into a less friendly area of town where few people were on the street. Since I didn't know the fellow walking with me, I didn't want to continue walking with him in an unpopulated area.

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