water under bridges, empty glass

Return to a dream place i’ve been before. Lots of water and bridges. [water under the bridge] As i walk down the street of a neighborhood i see that somebody’s plastic barrel has tipped over and rolled away from their house. I keep walking to the end of the road and a man in a pickup truck picks me up. We’re driving on a bridge over a flooded creek and i again see the barrel that had left its house is floating in the flood waters. I think to myself that i will come back later and try to retrieve it and bring it back to where it belongs. We continue driving on a road that is familiar to me. [Awake i can't place it though.] As we round a curve i see the two outside benches from my house in the ditch on the other side of the road. Wrought iron and wood benches. [?iron and wood] I say to the driver that we have to turn around and get those because they’re sticking out into the road and somebody might get hurt AND if the benches can be traced back to him, he might be held responsible for any damages. We pull in to a paved driveway (i think it’s my Castlemill house). I jump out of the truck and put something in the garage and come back to the truck. The man has taken out the front and back window [empty glass] because the benches are too long to fit just in the bed of the truck and are going to have to be inside the cab too. We go back to where the benches are in the ditch and pull over to the side of the road as much as we can. Other cars are zooming around us. It’s rush hour. As we struggle to maneuver the first bench into the truck two other cars pull up and park behind us. An old lady gets out of the first car and another middle-aged man gets out of the other car. They each begin to help us move the benches into the truck and i wake up.

I’m in an auditorium, way in the back, not paying attention to whatever is going on on the stage. I’ve just received a catalogue order and i’m showing new clothes to some co-workers that are in the back rows. Tracy walks up just as i pull out a stack of slacks. I notice that she’s wearing a pair of the kind i just bought but hers are yellow and mine are sky blue. I hand my pants to her and ask her if she wants them because i think they’ll look better on her than me. Wake up.

I’m fast asleep and Strawberry Fields begins to play. I’m so tired. I wake up and as i’m deciding whether i really need to get up or not (was it the first snooze or second) i realize that it’s Saturday and feel so relieved i can stay in bed. Then Strawberry Fields begins to play for real and i really wake up and hit snooze. I don’t know whose room or bed i was in but it wasn’t any that i’ve ever had. It was so comfortable. Damn those false start dreams!