The Nathren Disturbance

Unfortunately, most of it is lost now.  I was in a strange place.  I was a strange person.  I think I was living with a guy, kind of fat.  I say I think, because the whole dream seemed to be about deception.  I was wandering around a place with a lot of people.  It was outside, perhaps a party.  I was looking for somebody named Stephanie who I said was my wife.  I don’t think she was.  I met a lot of people, most I don’t remember.

I ended up with a pretty blonde girl.  She was helping me find Stephanie.  

A lot happened in a parking lot.  We wandered around it a bit.  At some point I think I was at my car.  I met some a group of belligerent boys.  Don’t remember what came of it.

I think she, too was hiding from something or someone.  We went up to my apartment.  The fat guy was working on some plumbing issue.  I introduced the blonde to him.  He shook her hand and said he was my husband.  The blonde started to think I was lying, then without my prompting, he asked if she had seen Stephanie.  That seemed to satisfy her.  He showed her a picture.  She shook her head, no.
 
She had to leave.  She was going to the airport, I think.  Suddenly she got antsy.  She was avoiding somebody.  So she didn’t want to go out the front door.  I know she was avoiding a girl, but I don’t know who or why.  I showed her a back way out, through an echoey access hall.  We started going down the stairs together.  We heard voices.  We stepped out of the stairwell, and onto whatever floor we happened to be on.  Well, the blonde did.  I was following her, but the voices caught up to me.  It was more than one person.  I only remember one brunette girl.  We met looks, awkwardly.  I was trying for her to not see the blonde.  She passed me.  The blonde, and I continued to the bottom of the stairs.  We had a heartfelt goodbye.  I said, with some sincerity, “it was really nice to meet you”.  She said, with the same sincerity, “it was”.  She pulled me in to hug her.  I gently kissed her on the lips, just feeling out the situation.  She didn’t resist, but it remained an innocent peck.  She said “goodbye”.  I contemplated asking for her contact information.  I knew she was leaving town.  I had no idea where. I don’t think I even knew her name, so I knew I would never see her or know her again.  I ended up not asking for her contact information.  It was too awkward

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