Picking up a woman with my daughter

Monday July 13, 2020  8:00am

I am in a large facility filled with people. It's a crowded ihotel or something like a hotel. There’s a party or a convention or a meeting going on. Ist's ending and I need to be somewhere else.  I am making my way down crowded hallways and rooms  of happy people. I am trying to make my way to a room where I can store some things that I’m carrying under my arms. Maybe some towels. I make it to the room. It is completely filled with people. I ask if I can stash the items. They say yes. I see Cindy on the couch. I say hello and essentially goodbye. I am leaving for another location. As I leave I am making my way through a group of people. The room is so crowded I had to get on my hands and knees to get through them. They are all blonde and make a comment that it is a meeting for blonde people. I make some sort of apology and snappy comment and make my way out.

I find myself in another room that is very crowded. I have in my hand ia mall cage with a handle with a small rodent in it. Like a mouse or hamster but it has another name. I also have a small folding harmonica. I check out the harmonica play it briefly. I put it back in my pocket and a young woman comes up to me and notices of bump in my back pocket. She asks is that a kazoo?

I say yes it is a harmonica. She says I love them, can I play it? I give her the harmonica. She may or may not play it. We continue talking and flirting basically and I end up giving her the harmonica and the rodent in a cage. I am making my way out to leave and make it to my next destination. She starts talking about sort of knowing my name. I lean down to get a piece of paper to write on and there is a stack of school papers attached to a backpack. I pull one out and continue walking.

Possibly a little earlier Julia has joined me. Now this woman is walking with me down the hall and I am trying to write my name and telephone number on a piece of paper. I keep running into things that are already written on the paper and I’m running out of space. I turn it over several times looking for an appropriate space to write my name and number as I start to write my name the pen doesn’t write properly.  It writes like it does sometimes when you’re signing a receipt, skips, etc. Even while dreaming I realize that I am picking up a woman with my daughter standing next to me. I am somewhat embarrassed but also happy that I can have a relationship with my daughter that is fully honest.

Notes: Very vivid. Woke happy I'm dreaming, but concerned about the content.

What does the dream want? For me to get my relationships straight.

Reality Check: No "real world" references.

Bumper Sticker: Flirting is Folly

Dreams to Action: Talk with Cindy about going forward.