I was with Stan and someone we used to now, let's call him Fred, and Bill. Stan was really leary about being around Fred, but I was reassuring him it was ok. Stan was leary of my positive assessment of Fred, as he should've been. Bill was there too, and I was really glad to see him. He was leaning against a car, and I was hugging him so that he leaned back onto the car. We were all in Fort Collins...there was some strangeness to the town as there usually is in dreams, dealing with vacant houses in the western side of downtown.
I was using my desktop computer, but the monitor was black and white. The hard drive was filled to capacity, and was starting to malfunction because of it. A message came onscreen that said it needed my password and that it was shutting down because there was no more room left. I had to enter my password and then the computer acted really strange and the monitor looked like a non-Mac system from the late 80s or early 90s.
Stan and I were at his mom's. They were talking about how someone had stolen her pictures. I looked on the wall where she had a bunch of framed pictures/paintings (some of which were by Stan and me), and they were all cut out of their frames. There were these bare frames on the wall with no art inside. I couldn't understand why someone would break into someone's house and steal art that way without taking the frame too....it's not like they were bolted to the wall. Weird.
Stan was behaving oddly. He had a hump in his shirt in back, and I figured out he was hiding a book back there. I asked him why he was doing that, and he refused to tell me, which was really weird. I started getting mad at him, and I wake myself up by breathing/fuming heavily.
Labels: Dreams, Route-66-Part1
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