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12:20:2003 Entry: "Ann : DREAM: Who is Dana Parsley?"
DREAM: Who is Dana Parsley?
Stan and I were sitting on barstools with wheels in the drop off area of an airport, locomoting ourselves with our feet (pushing ourselves along on the wheeled stools) along the area where cabs drop off and pick up passengers. It was night, and there wasn't any automobile traffic, just pedestrian traffic. We kept going by the same windows where airport officials were watching us, and we were wondering when someone was going to pull us aside and ask us what we were doing (not that we looked like terrorists, but I'm sure we looked weird). Then we wheeled inside the airport and had to go through a turnstile, but there were other people that kept getting in line ahead of us, so it was really hard for us to just "wheel through." We decided to just stop and get in line as well, but people were really crowding us out. There was one family with a bunch of kids that was especially annoying. We tried to push ahead of them, but they were really crowding us, especially their obnoxious pubescent boys who kept playing with my hair. You know how when you were a young kid in school and your class sat down on the floor for some reason and you had long hair and the girls in back of you would play with your hair? That's what it was like. It felt sort of good, but considering my hair was being played with by 12 year old boys that I didn't know, it was rather creepy.
Then I had another dream that is really hard to describe the situation because it didn't make any sense. The closest I can say is that I was standing in some line and there was a girl who I recognized from jr high/high school (the person is irrelevant because she was just a classmate, not a friend nor an enemy) and her sister, who looked just like her (I don't know if this person really had a sister). They seemed extremely tall. Then there was this man who was very tall as well, maybe 50-ish, and he had two tall daughters with him who I also recognized one from my jr high/high school, and a sister of hers. Naturally, these women all seemed to be in their early 20s, although IRL they would be in their early 40s and their father would probably be around 70. Weird how ages change in dreams. I turn to the first set of sisters, and they're talking about the other set of sisters, wondering what their names were, and one of them says, "what was her name...Dana...Parsley?" The older man must have overheard because he turns to them and starts talking to them. It was so very strange and nonsensical.
Then I remember being with Stan and it was as if we were still going out, not yet a "pair." He told me he would give me a ride home to my parent's house. I told him I'd appreciate that, but that he wouldn't be able to talk to me or my parents when he dropped me off because my dad would be watching television and wouldn't want to be disturbed. We had a laugh about that, as I'm sure we will IRL when he reads this.