Dream Journal
Steve and I had a long argument in the parking lot outside of a bookstore. Steve said something hurtful and I didn’t want to let him get away with it, but he turned around and walked into the bookstore. I followed him in and silently fumed as he selected a book to rent, presumably for me.
The woman behind the counter recognized him. He grabbed his frequent-purchase punch card and stamped it repeatedly with a $5 stamp for all of the purchases he had made at the fair.
Themes: Steve