Dream Journal
I was sitting in a car in the parking lot with Steve when a man walked by. After he had passed I rolled down my window and called his name — it was a very unusual name, and he had to have known I was calling to him. I was shocked to see him because I knew him from high school and told Steve so.
The man made his way back to my car, and I introduced myself with my maiden name and told him that we had gone to high school together. His eyes went wide with recognition and he laughed at our chance meeting.
I pulled two tickets from my purse and told him that my mother had sent me these as a memento, but that they really had belonged to him and I wanted him to keep them. He didn’t look too attached to the tickets, but he took them and thanked me. Then he said he had to go and was sorry he couldn’t stay long.
Themes: Steve