Dreaming

Walking around, I threw my shoes - into a room I wanted to go into, to see what was going on, but the doors closed.

Before the shoe throwing there were gobs of people around - it was about the holidays.

We left and got a fair distance away, swimming, and I remembered my shoes. I climbed back up and into the hotel to retrieve them.

A man was cleaning shoes in a closet. There were several pair there and one looked kind of like mine, but they weren't. He led me to anothe spot where they could be. And then told me I'd have to wait.

His boss called me into a room. He was weird. The boss. Socially weird. But he looked familiar. I asked if he was the brother of a friend. From the running group. Explained I knew him, his daughter. Asked him his name. When he was under-responsive, I asked more questions. He played music - blasted it. I complimented his eclectic choices. I was not afraid.

He threatened me strangely, for tossing my shoes into the place that wasn't to be seen with plastic surgery. Held my head and face, traced all of the lines he'd cut, where he'd tuck and made a plan for the surgery. The shoe cleaner watched. It wasn't planned for today, it was for the time I came back. If I chose to come back again. That would be the punishment, I suppose.

I walk along a group of very young people. Mostly women w/their mom's. They're checking in to college. We weave along the windy path. I know my way, but not at the same time. I make a few friends and they tell the mothers about me. I will keep an eye on them. I'm a junior.