At first I was walking with Rose somewhere on vacation. I don’t recall what I was wearing, but Rose had a really nice coat on, sort of a silvery moss green. We were on vacation. We went down one street and saw mostly rural scenery.
Then I was walking with a nice young man who looked like the young doctor in Star Trek Deep Space Nine. He wore a dark navy-blue trench coat. Rose and Isabelle had gone ahead. The young man and I walked down the same street and, after a while, we realized they weren’t ahead. We thought they’d probably taken a different street, a different direction. We’d gone straight down from the hotel. Now we turned left and took a street that was very much a city street, and I wondered if it was safe to walk there.
Then, in a small rural area again, there was a fountain, an old one and there was rust on the metal and the concrete. My companion had brought it to my attention by laughing and telling me he was getting wet. There were people around the fountain, but I didn’t pay much attention. We climbed a hill and, looking down, we could see where we’d been and where the fountain was. Now there seemed to be a ravine between us and the fountain. I thought I’d seen Rose down there, where we’d been. Then she was with us. She looked different somehow. She had longer hair. She looked real nice.
The young man and I were walking again, but this time we seemed to be right in the middle of the city. A European city, I think. We arrived at a carrefour, but it seemed to be a five-corner crossing. We crossed in front of a stopped streetcar, red and beige.
I suddenly realized that I didn’t have my purse. In my mind’s eye, my purse was a gold clutch bag and I thought I’d left it at the restaurant where we had eaten. The young man showed me a shoulder bag he was carrying over his left shoulder. It was pearl grey and looked like a large leather wine bag. He showed me the bag so I could see the outline of my gold purse, which he had put inside the bag for safekeep-
ing. I was surprised. I laughed and said, “I’m going to marry you!” He did not seem to think much of that remark.
The whole time we were walking, no matter where it was, we were very close. He was holding my waist and I was holding his. He was very handsome, very slim, and at least as tall as Eddy. Almost like Eddy, I guess, but with black curly hair and looking very much like that young doctor. I liked him very much. At one time I mentioned money, but I don’t remember exactly where in the dream. I had asked,
“Your family are very rich, aren’t they?” I don’t think he liked the question and I don’t remember that he answered.
Just before the end of the dream, he had his hand over my shoulder and tried to touch my left breast. I said, “You’re very young to try something like that.” I took his hand away and said, “Wow,” as I could not believe he would think me so attractive he’d try a stunt like that.