Of Dairy Products & Dreams

I am in a group of people I recognize from my previous life. Recognize, but cannot see faces. Everyone is bustling about and we pile into a big gas-guzzler and go gallivanting around some unknown territory - full of big, well-designed homes with neatly appointed grounds.

I have no idea what I am doing there, and no clue as to what "we" are searching out. I find myself following the others through long hallways, in and out of one home and another.  Somewhere along the way I find myself juggling 2 reusable grocery sacks which contain cream cheese, butter, eggs, bags of shredded cheeses, along with glass jars of various condiments.  I am afraid the glass will break and/or the other items will go bad without refrigeration, but I can't do anything about it.

I am tired as we bounce from place to place, home to home, door through door. My arms hurt from the weight of the sacks, but I dare not slow the pace.  If I lose the others I won't know where I am, what I am searching for, or how to get home.  There are shouts of "hurry, we've got it now" and as I plunge head-first through a set of ornate glass paneled doors I fall into a deep pond.  I can't feel the bottom. I let go of the sacks.

I wake up. Confusion only, no other emotions. Whew!

Maybe I ought to think twice before eating cocktail onions straight from the jar late in the evening.

More later.
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