I was walking in a downtown area with a man who looked like Mahatma Gandhi. I was supposed to have a date with him, but he went into a building, and I waited a little while and he didn't come out, so I walked on by myself. I was sort of relieved, actually. I wasn't sure I really liked him, so it was just as well.

Then I was walking with my parents, talking with my mother.

Then the guy showed up again on the sidewalk, and even though I really wasn't interested, I knew it would be rude not to go with him, so I did. My mother was worried about leaving me, but I told her it was okay. I had to reassure her a couple of times, but she finally walked on.

I was going to a concert with this guy, but it seemed like it was going to be more of a lecture or something. Maybe by a spiritual teacher.

He gave me a little leather folder with a program in it, and other writings, and it was very cool--I was thinking that later I could take the contents out and replace it with something else, maybe one of the little Yogananda booklets.

In order to get to the auditorium, we had to walk through a little, crowded office space, and had to climb over things. There were people--men--sitting in there, and it was a little awkward, but although I had to ask them to move a few things, I get through it okay.

The lecture was so crowded that my date and I couldn't sit together; in fact, that didn't seem to be the plan at all. He was going to sit with some other people and I was going to sit a few rows away. I suddenly remembered that he hadn't given me my ticket, but they hadn't asked for it anyway, so I figured it didn't matter.

Then I also remembered I was carrying a candy bar, a Snickers bar, for him, or was supposed to be--I thought maybe I had forgotten about it, and I was looking for it in my purse, but then one of the people he was with--a blonde girl--said she had eaten it. So, okay.

I sat down to wait.

I was at work, and someone paged Julia over the intercom. I started to pick up the phone to tell whoever it was that Julia wasn't there, since she had just had a baby.

But as I started to do so, I turned around, and Julia walked in the door. I said, "Oh, you are here," and she said, "Yep. It wasn't a big deal. I'm just thinner now."

Her hair was cut in a very becoming, very short, punk style, and I complimented her on it, and she said, "Yes, I cut it myself."

[Bob was out very late with a friend, and I took a nap, and woke up from this dream.]

My cell phone rang, and I picked it up, but no one was there, and the readout indicated that I had missed five calls, although I couldn't recall having heard it ringing.

Then the doorbell rang, and I answered the door, and it was Bob's mother. She said, "Rob's [his family calls him Rob rather than Bob] been in an accident, and I came to tell you . . ."

and at that point, I forced myself to wake up. Then I worried all evening that he really had been in an accident, but he came home safely about 3:00 a.m.

I lived in the same apartment building as Misty, and I came home one evening to find there were hairballs everywhere in the apartment. I sighed, because that meant that Mucha, Misty's cat, had been there.

It was apparently a frequent occurrence. I went looking for her, and finally found her behind a chair, and picked her up and carried her back to Misty's apartment.

When I got there, I discovered that there was a big decorative hole in the kitchen of Misty's apartment, and that was how Mucha was getting out. It appeared to be part of the design, and Misty wasn't worried about it, but it worried me, because I thought that it would be easy for someone to get in and rob her or something, in addition to the fact that Mucha could get out, not that I really minded her coming over to visit me.

While I was there, I met Misty's new kitten, who was darling, and another animal that might have been a cat, but might have been a small dog like a bulldog. I couldn't tell.