Lady Voice

I dreamt that I was with some people traveling. I’m not sure if we were doing anything in particular, more that we were doing something as a group. It seemed like it was the late 1940s or early 50s in how we were dressed and how we composed ourselves. It actually felt nice. Delighted by simple things, and not bitter with the world and everything in it.  Some of the ladies had had lunch and I still had not. I was also supposed to meet my dad and step mom in a shop before I returned to the rest of the ladies. I walked down the street, it was curved, short and paved with cobble stones. I liked being there, although I knew it wouldn't take long before it wasn’t new, quaint and cute due to how small it was. I walked by the shop where we were supposed to meet and they hadn’t arrived yet. I decided to walk a little farther. There was a shop that sold local farmer’s goods. They happened to have some puppies in there that were adorable. I played with them a bit, but I had my eye on the time. I think I heard their voices saying I wasn’t there, so I ran out of the shop over to see them. I guess we did what we needed to do and I was going to return to..?? 

Now the ladies were not what I was returning to, but someone’s house. I went to the house and was looking for my key. My friend SK was there. I’m not sure whose house it was, but he seemed to do business out of it. I heard a lady knock and I went to get him. She was beautiful in an old movie way. Fair skin, dark lips, etc. Her voice was soft and feminine yet still strong. The way she carried herself and spoke, … it seemed as if nothing negative could ever happen to her. I wasn’t sure if I liked it or not. It was pleasant for sure, but was she being authentic? Was she limiting herself? Was this forced? And act? … I was a bit torn on which seemed better.