Dreams

This one started out as I was the owner of an old Victorian type white house that was known to be magical. I wanted to keep the magic alive, but it seemed to be dying off in the eyes of the public. A new care taker was coming to help with the property, so I sat on top of the roof, and watched him walk toward the house. The guy was older, maybe late 50s or 60s. As I watched him approach, I set off some of the magical elements of the house, which were controlled with buttons. He was impressed.

I went down to meet him, and we walked and talked, and I met up with someone else who took me to meet some kids at a local rehab center. In there was a smaller greaser type dude. he had black hair, and was in the middle of a basketball game. My friend pointed him out to me, and I asked why? is he trouble? and my friend said no, he was / is an undercover agent trying to help these kids out.

we left the game, and walked along a boardwalk with amusements and games. It was crowded, so I was trying to avoid hitting anyone, but yet some how I ended up in an altercation with a short woman. When I looked at her, it turned out to be a girl I went to high school with "Buffy". Buffy went off, accusing me of deliberately trying to 'mow her down' and acting very macho. I was very confused, but getting more and more annoyed. She would not stop attacking me verbally and smacking me with her hands. Finally I grabbed her jacket collars and swung her forcibly but gently and laid her down on the ground, asking her if this is what she really wanted. She cowered and told me this was just like DC all over again. Which only confused me. I looked up at my friend trying to figure out what was going on, and Buffy kept going on about some field trip we took sophomore year to DC (RL: I took a school trip sophomore year but with the Band that Buffy was never in, but for the life of me can't remember where to)

My friend said it didn't matter, and to let everything go. I picked Buffy up, and said she was crazy, that nothing happened, and turned and left.

My friend and I continued on, turning down a street that ran along a wide river or inlet from the ocean. The river was to the right of us. Also to the right of us and facing us was a truck parked the wrong way. In the truck was the handy man from the beginning of the dream. Behind the truck was a canoe in the river. In the canoe was a very expensive looking shoe that I recognized as being VERY expensive. Something you would not leave laying around for any reason. I looked around and noticed the river was rising and starting to swell into the surrounding park. I looked at the canoe again, and it started to tip and the shoe floated out of the canoe and down the river. I asked my friend for a phone, but there wasn't one. I asked the old man in the truck, but he was just confused by the idea of portable phones, when one was slipped into my hand. I looked at the black phone and looked up at the black haired greaser dude from the game. I asked if he already dialed, but he just walked away. I put the phone up to my ear and realized he had. I yelled after him if he wanted the phone back, but he just kept walking and ignored me. The 911 operator came on the phone and I tried to describe what happened, but she didn't seem to care. I couldn't make her understand that a shoe floating down the river WAS important.. but then I hear sirens off in the distance and realized help was coming after all.