Dianne Feinstein Dream
At the age of 76, I'm still working full-time. I work in a local lumber yard/hardware store. It's actually a physically & mentally taxing job; on a concrete floor all day long. I get up early for a 7:00 AM start time, and keep moving all day. The movement and dozens of people I deal with all day keep me healthy. I'm lucky to have a high-quality sauna in my little Mission District San Francisco apartment.
I came home today and set up my sauna to heat up. I laid down to take a little nap while it was heating up.
In my nap, I had a dream where I woke up in my dream. I was in a lying-down position. Dianne Feinstein was sitting over me. We were in the middle of a conversation, but I had trouble getting my words out at first because I was groggy from waking up in my dream. We were in a public space; a record store with wooden bins and other record store paraphernalia.
We had a detailed and pleasant conversation about the advantages of going to church on Sunday. A lot of back-and-forth and agreement points between the two of us. Dianne said she'd swing by and pick me up for church next Sunday.
Our conversation over, Dianne went over and visited with some women who were having fun with some craft little wind instrument toys. I went over and asked her for her phone number, so I could call for our Sunday get-together. Dianne said, "Oh, that's classified." I asked how she'd know how & when to pick me up. She said, "Don't worry, I'll be there."
I woke up shortly thereafter. It's one of those dreams that stays with you.
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