Dreamt of Adinda for the third time this month. We were sitting facing each other, both of us were wearing red chiffon gowns only mine was bandeau type, and her's was a plunging V bodice. It was my old gown handed down to her. Her hair was long and loose, and she ran her hands through it, tossing it over her shoulders. She was young and very pretty. I said that her gown was fitted with foam lifts at the bust, as I'd remembered; but, she said, not and lifted her breasts to show they were all her's.
Then, I was on a bus going on a field trip to a farm with my students. I think Ron was on the bus too. Everybody got little souvenir crystal swan ornaments in blue velvet draw string bags for remembrance.
