8-8-08

The dream was more involved with symbols, happenings, and imagery than I'm able to recall now, but I'll put down what I can remember.

I'm with my old friend Chester and we are staying in this two-story house. The place is sort of a rest spot/resort for vacationers. We get into a couple's locker and take things out including some cosmetics she has that I put on. They also have albums that we listen to. When we are done with the stuff, we put it back so they dont' know it was ever missing.

At one point, I'm talking to a couple about whatever and the woman says, "That looks like my lipstick and cosmetics." They were and realized my mistake. I forgot to hide them. I'm putting on the lipstick that's red and is beginning to melt for it is shaped with the end bowed over. I explain that it was my friend Chester's idea to take the stuff but we always put it back when we are done.

I forget what happended right after that, but then me and Chester are listening to the records from the locker and the needle either cuts into the record, damaging the vinyl, or it skips across the entire record. I wonder where I can get a good needle because they are a relic now and must cost a fortune. (in reality, the last phonograph needle I bought cost $100).

Then I'm standing in the doorway of a living room and the woman whose cosmetics I was using is sitting in a chair doing something (knitting maybe). I think about explaining again about the locker and apologizing. I think she may be expecting something of a sort too. But I just stand there and say nothing for the longest time. Then I walk away.

The next scene I remember is me and my sister out in a field and she's shooting a gun and complaining she wants her silver pistol. (she doesn't own a pistol).

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