This odd dream began in a big old school. I think it was for boys. I was in the cafeteria, and there were all sorts of seed packets for sale on a metal rack in the line. Some of the packets were regular sized, but others were smaller. There were lovely little paintings on them: red birds, landscapes, and churches instead of the normal flower photographs. I had a tiny packet with cardinals in my hand, but put them back. I was light on money. Then, I found myself on a stairway, on the way to the restrooms. I hurried out when I realized I was in the boys room. Then, I went to work. I had my old blue car, Mr. Rourke, but he was different. I parked him in a parking garage. When I came out from working in a grocery store, all of our cars were gone. My boss said they were stacked on a car carrier, and I had to pay fifteen dollars to unload him. I said I only had some change, and he told me to scrape for it. When I finally got Mr. Rourke, he was very different. He had a big black phantom horse with him who would not cooperate. I was trying to coax him, and he wasn't happy.
