In the dream, i’m walking down the sidewalk in a city. I’m not sure where i am and decide i need to find a place to sit down and get my bearings. There are no people anywhere. The sidewalks are red brick and the buildings are formal looking. Maybe i’m in Boston? I come to a place that is an open-air ?amphitheatre except the seats are just lined up and rows at the same level. More like an open air auditorium. I find a seat in the back near a low wall and under an arbor. I’m alone in the place at first enjoying the quiet but then other people begin to trickle in and fill up the seats in front of me. The audience is very dressed up, like for church. All of the people are black women and girls. The “say-something” hats are impressive! I wonder if there’s going to be a concert of some kind or maybe a lecture. It’s getting close to time for the event to begin and knowing i don’t belong here, i leave.
Now i’m in a park. There’s a stream along-side a sandy bank. There are several picnic tables near the stream under trees. A couple of different families are eating their lunches at the tables. The central building is a wooden structure, rustic. It’s a country store and a snack-bar/pizza restaurant. Across a narrow paved lane it looks like a condos lined up neatly. Maybe this is the back of the city i was in earlier? I decide to go into one of the condos. Really they’re like cabins. This might be a state park. As i’m settling into a cabin, a woman and a child of about 3 years show up. They’ve been at the beach and are all sandy. I don’t really want the company but the woman is very pushy and it’s easier to let her in then try and get rid of her. She’s caring for the child but it’s not hers. She asks if there’s any food for them to eat and i tell her about the snack-bar pizza place and how good the food there is so we walk over to the place and i order a pizza. The woman wants something else for the child so i order some pasta dish. In a short time our food is ready and the young girl behind the counter starts to ring up my order. The pushy woman looks at the pasta in the take-out box and hands it back to the counter girl and says “Can you put this back? I don’t want it” and i’m embarrassed and pissed at her rudeness. I tell her that i’ll pay for it because we ordered it and if she doesn’t want it, don’t eat it. We take our pizza and pasta back to the cabin. The pizza is really good. Perfect crust, just the right amount of gooey cheese. I love it. The pushy woman takes one bite and puts the piece down. She doesn’t like it. I put the pasta box in the fridge thinking i will eat it later if the child won’t eat it. The pushy woman then tells me she is going to leave and would i watch the child now. I tell her no and that she better bring the child back to his parents.
That’s all i remember.
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