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 Mary (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 didn't think it was anything important.
I started talking to Mary, 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 Mary that I had just been to Laura's home. But then I reflected that I probably shouldn't have mentioned that fact to Mary because Mary might simply think that I had been name-dropping. Mary seemed to already know that Laura lived nearby.
Even though it somehow seemed that Mary and I had planned to meet there that day, I still didn't know what to say to her. Since I didn't 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.
Mary 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 Mary 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 didn't really bother me.
Instead, however, we all boarded Mary's car: Mary was in the driver's seat, I was in the front passenger seat and Laura climbed into the back seat. Mary and Laura began bantering in what to me was an unintelligible garble, until I finally heard Mary 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 back up and to decide not to spend the day with Mary. 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 Mary's grass. I didn't mind it that much, but it really wasn't what I wanted to do.
The preceding dream is an actual dream included in my dream journal, and does not describe actual facts
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