Small Town Festivals and the Tattoo Teacher

Last night I dreamed that went on an errand with some people (I think Sarah R. and my sister Heather) to Best Buy or Home Depot.  I biked, and really had to contend with traffic to get there.  I put my bike in a coat room while we shopped.  When we returned to the coat room, I found that my bike had been stolen.  I was kicking myself—especially since it was the first time I’d biked all season.

We left the place and soon I found myself walking through a school.  In passing a male high school student said I was a “tattoo teacher.”  I had no idea what that meant.  I asked another student, and she clarified that a “tattoo teacher” was a hot teacher.  I found this especially inaccurate as I was dressed very frumpily.  I spent some more time in the school, then proceeded to Story City.  There a town festival of sorts was going on.  While walking down the street, I had the urge to walk up into an orthodontic office.

There an old high school secretary was working as receptionist.  I made a comment that I just had the urge to walk in.  Then I looked in again.  The offices looked like a house, with split-levels and carpet everywhere.  Higher up, at a table for two, Rachel W. and Jordan W.—whom I went to high school with—were toasting each other with especially tall and dainty wine glasses.

I continued on my walk into a home.  It was the home of the B— family from church.  Alex—the elementary age son—and I were talking after dinner and he was trying to figure out if he had the accurate time on his watch, because of upcoming parade and firework action.  We soon left the house and headed towards downtown.  On the sidewalks, someone had painted four-square courts, and games were in full swing.  I recognized some other children from my church (did I mention in real life it’s VBS week at church).

These are the last scenes I remember clearly.  It was a pretty vivid dream, and my dreams have been especially vivid the last few nights.  I have just been slow to record them—instead waking early and running around, putting my thoughts on other things so that my dream is hardly acknowledged.