Dream Journal
I drive into the Post Office parking lot. As I am getting out of my car, I see April getting out of a large truck. I am confused at seeing her in Alaska, but am happy to finally meet her. We both go inside and I hold the door for her. We both say hi to each other and then head to our mailboxes.
While getting my mail, I keep thinking about how she perceives me - I am sure that I am fatter than she had pictured me. She is shorter than I had imagined. As I go to drop a letter in the outgoing mailbox, I pass her leaving. I tell her goodbye.
After mailing my letter, I see some industrial shelving sitting next to the outgoing slots. Each shelf is labeled with seemingly random three-digit box numbers. A young man is standing there also inspecting the shelving.
On one shelf at eye level is my old black purse. I open it up and find it is filled with all of my stuff: my wallet, checkbook, pens, mirror, and receipts. A female postal worker comes up behind the shelves and tells me that I can take whatever I find on the shelf.
Next to where my purse was are a bunch of plastic screws and snaps. The young man grabs a handful, but I decide to not take any.