July 22
*I’m getting ready to go to a reunion, CM is with me, helping me decide what to wear. Though it seems like we just went to a reunion and there shouldn’t be another one for a few more years, I can also recall going about once a year.
Before going, I have to hike up a hill to get something from a building at the top of the mountain. I’m walking with a large group of people, a lot of them have their hands bound behind them (prisoners?) which makes the hike difficult to manage. When I get to the top I’m talking to someone in charge, explaining how the restraints might be a little bit too tight. Someone is joking with me about the hike… how I went up the hill all the way then came back down halfway, then went back up the hill for something else and I’m doing a lot of unnecessary walking.
Back down to the bottom of the hill, to a country club, I grab a few of my bags. I’m in the back of a car getting ready to go… CM is helping to dig through my bag. At first I’m upset with myself, it seems like I left my makeup bag in the club (and that was the entire reason for all the extra walking), but then I see that it’s sitting in my right hand. I pull my black sandals with the low heels out of my bag, thinking I’ll wear them tonight, but CM pulls some other newer shoes out and hands them to me. They are higher heeled shoes… sandals that have a strip of shiny leopard print patent leather across the toe (might be a rounded toe box, I can’t really tell if my toes stick out the end or not) and a thin strap of leather to wrap around the heel. I slide one on my foot, debating about wearing that tonight. Then I realize that my bag seems to be too empty, so I ask the driver to take us back around to the country club. I go up to the doors but they are locked… the place closed just after we left. I look in the windows a second, then shrug… I can’t get in until tomorrow and the party is tonight. I get back in the car, digging through my bag again to find the change of clothes that I have. “I guess I have to hope that I have everything?” I say with another shrug.
EDIT: I’m not entirely sure what possessed me to seek this out, but here is a picture very similar to the shoes in my dream… you’ll have to imagine a subtle leopard print (which actually could have been these exact shoes with a slight reflection of the streetlights, now that I think about it)
