Dream of: 15 May 2012 "Mowing Grass"

Like a yard of grass, the past sometimes demands tending.  

I had wandered into a classroom filled with 30-40 college-aged people who were taking some kind of test. I sat down, unsure why I was even there. After Kathleen (a Facebook friend whom I have known since the seventh grade) walked into the room and joined the others, it began to look more as if the people were simply filling out questionnaires rather than taking a test. I did not think it was anything important.

I started talking to Kathleen, whom I hadn't seen in a long time. I wasn't quite sure what to talk about. Finally I asked her if she knew that Laura (another Facebook friend whom I have known since the sixth grade) only lived five or six blocks away from where we were. I told Kathleen that I had just been to Laura's home. But then I reflected that I probably shouldn't have mentioned that fact to Kathleen because Kathleen might simply think that I had been name-dropping. Kathleen seemed to already know that Laura lived nearby.

 Even though it somehow seemed that Kathleen and I had planned to meet there that day, I still did not know what to say to her. Since I did not think that she knew much about my life and what I had done, I tried to think of significant events in my life. I thought about the time I had been in jail in Iran and I asked her if she knew that I had been in prison in Iran for eight months. She seemed surprised and apparently knew nothing about it. I thought I could at least tell her about that little experience. I also wondered if she knew that I was a lawyer and I concluded that she certainly must know that.

Kathleen and I stood up and walked out the door into what appeared to be a mall-like area. As we walked around, another woman who seemed to resemble Laura started hanging around in the background. Since it seemed that Kathleen and I had planned to do something together that day, she and I (as well as Laura) walked outside into a parking lot where I saw my car which I thought we would probably take. Even though it was a little messy inside, it did not really bother me.

Instead, however, we all boarded Kathleen's car: Kathleen was in the driver's seat, I was in the front passenger seat and Laura climbed into the back seat. Kathleen and Laura began bantering in what to me was an unintelligible garble, until I finally heard Kathleen say something about mowing the grass, and something about going to her house because she had to cut her grass.

That sounded like work, and truth be told, I wasn't really interested in working. I was starting to change my mind and to decide not to spend the day with Kathleen. She, however, was insistent that I was going to go to her house and it was beginning to look as if I were going to end up mowing Kathleen's grass. I did not mind it that much, but it really wasn't what I wanted to do. 

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