I dreamt that I was in an Irish type bar. It was a neighborhood bar and I think I lived above it, worked there, knew the people well or all three. It was the holidays, and the place was all decorated, and the bar owner displayed Christmas cards and gifts from customers. The owner was an older white haired man, but he had a lot of ... energy and presence. He was standing on the bar ladder and singing an Irish type rhyming song, when I could see his spirit leave him. It was as though his body changed into his second in command and part of his spirit went into him and that fellow continued to sing the song without skipping a beat. I asked one of the regulars if he had died and too bad and this and that. Then I went to the pile of gifts. I saw that one had been for me. It was a large bottle of alcohol and there was a cartoon of sorts drawn on it with a little joke. I knew it was my friend (TG) from Spain. I went to show another friend (FE), and he didn't quite look at me in a half sneer sort of way. I could tell he felt I was trying to get his attention by making him possibly jealous from another guy giving me a gift and looked down upon it. Maybe I was... I felt bad instantly and put the bottle back.
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Then I dreamt that I was outside my apartment (not really mine). It was a nice old one, two story, nice bay windows etc. A man in a fancy convertible sports car drove up with a friend of mine. She was cute, short blond bob, knew how to flirt and keep the guys hanging. He had asked us both to go to a play or concert or something where you needed to dress up. He said he would wait and she said she would be just a minute. I knew this wasn't true... she had to shower and it would take her forever to pick something out, let alone me. We dug through things and I couldn't find anything flattering. She picked some avant garde jumpsuit with billowy bottoms. She was the type that could pull it off. I had a gray fitted blazer on that went just past my hips. It was attractive on, but I couldn't find something for the bottoms, besides I looked stiff and business like. I needed to stop doing that. We kept digging through the closets and in the back of my mind I thought... he has probably left already so this is going to be mute. Then again... we would be prepared for next time.
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Then I dreamt that I was outside my apartment (not really mine). It was a nice old one, two story, nice bay windows etc. A man in a fancy convertible sports car drove up with a friend of mine. She was cute, short blond bob, knew how to flirt and keep the guys hanging. He had asked us both to go to a play or concert or something where you needed to dress up. He said he would wait and she said she would be just a minute. I knew this wasn't true... she had to shower and it would take her forever to pick something out, let alone me. We dug through things and I couldn't find anything flattering. She picked some avant garde jumpsuit with billowy bottoms. She was the type that could pull it off. I had a gray fitted blazer on that went just past my hips. It was attractive on, but I couldn't find something for the bottoms, besides I looked stiff and business like. I needed to stop doing that. We kept digging through the closets and in the back of my mind I thought... he has probably left already so this is going to be mute. Then again... we would be prepared for next time.
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