Dreamt I was back in college living in a little wooden cottage with Ron and another roommate. We went to the mall and somehow I got separated. It's kind of my thing, getting lost, especially in dreams. A tall sandy haired guy in a big green ARMY coat was helping me. He wanted my number. I set my big pink shopping bag, lined with green tissue paper down, and it tore down the side. I also had some sort of silver metal new tool, still in the plastic packaging, which wasn't in my bag. It looked like part of an interior fawcett or maybe a plumber's tool, but likely the part. In the meantime a man and a woman with short dark hair were trying to loot through my shopping on the mall floor. They were both in winter coats. I chased them off. Anyways, I told him I was giving him my parents' number as I was always hard to get ahold of. I was copying down my very long email address when I woke.
