A Lingering Feeling
I dreamed that Chuck and I were in the pickup truck and he was driving along some city street. I had a stack of corner-stapled flyers in my lap. He stopped at a red light, next to a corner coffee shop and I asked, "Now, what am I supposed to do?" He said that I was to put the stack of flyers on the table with the other handouts. I was aware that we were doing this for some acquaintance. I hopped down from the truck and went inside. He drove away when the light changed, but I knew that was all right, because he would drive around the block and pick me up again.

There were three six-foot tables in the coffee shop, along with a counter and a table holding all kinds of pamphlets and flyers. Foursomes at the end of each table were playing bridge, and I began handing the flyers out to them, commenting that it would be something to read while they were dummy. They were all affable, took the flyers, and began looking through them. When I saw the truck pull up again, through the big front window, I tossed the remaining stack of flyers on the table with the other pamphlets and left.

As I was climbing back into the passenger seat, I realized that I was in my stocking feet and had left my shoes in the truck, but the shoes were Chuck's sturdy metal-toed boots. He asked me a while later if something was wrong and I said not really, but I had a lingering feeling that something was not quite right.

Odd dream. I never did read any of those flyers, and haven't the slightest idea what they could have been.