Dream

I dreamed that I met a young woman who had the exact same first and last name as me. I shook hands with her and said "I've been hoping to meet you some day." She gave me a 2 inch portrait of herself in a plastic oval frame. It was a two-sided frame and the other side was a portrait of her father.

I was bicycling in CT with my biological father. He said "Bicycles are too slow!" No they're not, I thought. My bicycle was slow as mud. He zoomed by. His bike had a motor on it. I stopped to go inside a Quaker Meeting House run by women selling gifts. I asked if I could bake and cook for them. "We would get someone local" they said.

I was at my local library asking if I could bake bread in their tiny kitchen. "The library would smell great," I said. Nobody responded.