The Date

Last night I asked “What does my husband know?” I dreamt that it was night and I was riding a bike up and down a hilly street. There were a couple others riding their bikes as well. They either lived on that street, or nearby. One time when I was going downhill there were car’s behind me so I moved over to the grass. My last round I think I said “bye” to one of the cyclists. 

I dreamt that Amy was in charge of a Halloween party at the church. Only about 5 or 6 people showed up, including a young Hispanic couple with a baby and another Hispanic man and woman. I asked Amy, making sure, if this was a multi ward activity. She affirmed that it was.

I was sitting, watching the other people. The young woman was nursing her baby on the left side, in the open. The other woman was standing at a table across from her, on the other side, looking at the young woman. She was doing something but don’t know what. The man was sitting on the woman’s right, young woman’s left. He was saying something and then the woman by the table mentioned something about him knowing what date it is, as if it was specific about something that had happened in the family, or friends, and that only they knew.

The young woman finished nursing and the other woman came to make sure her breast was dry and good before covering back up.

I noticed about 10 people, dressed in black, sitting on pews (in the chapel?). I mentioned that Carla, a regular party attender, was there, along with several others. Some of them joined us, or some of the females. I commented, sarcastically, that they weren’t going to come / join us. A girl attempted to make an excuse so I said it again and she guiltily said yes.

 I was looking out the big window in the kitchen. 

I mentioned that it had been about 3 years since Briana and I had spoken (it’s been longer). I may have been wearing a dress. 

There was a young woman who decided to cut a circle in the kitchen counter while waiting for people to show up. I don’t know what she was going to do with the hole.

I dreamt that I was at the store with my parents. The cashier was checking us out. My mom had about 6 cake mixes, along other products. The cashier was able to turn something on for the car to cool down before we got there. Dad was impressed.

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