First dreamt that Mummy and Daddy took me to a fair. They were still setting up when we got there, so there wasn't a lot going on at first. There were some Native Americans, rocks, and crystals. It was around dusk and pretty dusty. I'd found a big tabular twin crystal specimen beneath a pink and white shawl at the bottom of a big wooden crate. The place was really starting to fill up now. Since I didn't see much that interested me I left my parents and went back to find the crystal. I was digging through the crate looking for the crystal when the proprietor of the spot came upon me. He was older with gray hair, a white tee shirt, tan pants, and greasy. He grabbed hold of me and wouldn't let go, trying to feel me up, smiling all the while. I was squirming and screaming for help from the old pervert when I woke myself. Then, I fell back into the same dream. Now, I was beyond the dirty old creep, looking for my parents. I thought I was moving towards the front: the hills and the parking lot where we came in. It was really crowded now with sheets separating the different stalls full of rocks and native artifacts from what I can remember. A simple looking blonde fellow caught up with me from behind and gave me three big crystals. He said, "just for being free", but they were heavy, and I told him they would only drag me down. I was already carrying a tapestry tote. The one crystal was nearly big as a basket ball, and the others were about the size of apples. As I looked at them I noticed they all had etchings, so they looked like houses with windows and doors. A painted, feathered native, scantily clad, ran past me. I still couldn't find my parents when I woke and went into the second dream.
The second dream took place in the forties it seems by the clothing and surroundings. I was working in a grocery store with a younger man in his twenties, the owner's son. We had left the one store and gone to another, his, I think. I remember leaving the store and seeing stuffed animals, an elephant, and a giraffe, maybe, outside the entrance: the last two free gifts for donating to some cause, remaining on a small table covered in a white cloth. The elephant was a wooly charcoal color, and I wanted him. We went into yet another store and there were tables of books at the front like you'd see at a book fair or library sale. The one slim paperback had a black and white picture of a Confederate on the front. I picked it up and told the boy he'd like it. Then, he made a pass at me. I told him I loved him, and he might love me like a mother because I was much too old for him. He was angry, machismo came to mind. Told him it wasn't new: was asked to the prom twice, student teaching, and propositioned many a times while teaching: only one, who had written a note, was still salty with me when I told him I was never desperate enough to go for students. Two, stalked me for twenty years when I finally had to get nasty with them. I was getting bored with him and woke.
