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Interacting with a Somebody (i.e., actor or some such 'celebrity'). Probably not the same one as last night's dream. But got involved in some banter, was showing him some small object - he took it, and I ended up (after initially thinking I wouldn't) letting him keep it. Might have been one of those misunderstandings where he assumed I was giving it to him (though I hadn't intended to) and I just mentally shrugged and let him keep it, to avoid awkwardness. So whatever it was wasn't important or irreplaceable to me. At one point, where I leaned close to him, he wondered (though 'jokingly') if what I was wearing was 'clean'. Was he a germaphobe, pretending to joke about what was, in the end, to him a real concern? Was it an expression of ambivalence towards me, perhaps symbolic of being, in effect, a representative of the 'unwashed masses'? Not clear.
Undergoing Urban Wanderings. Ran into, then apparently was hanging out with a female acquaintance - she'd just received her doctorate. I was visiting with her and her husband in a classy, urban living space (as if a melange of cool Pinterest interior decorating pics that I've admired, perhaps). At the same time, I had this sense I was supposed to get to somewhere (perhaps I'd been on my way there) to some location by public transit, and was concerned about that. I thought I'd run into this couple while in transit, and still had yet to complete my journey.
At one point, a bunch of people were around a dining table of some sort (makes me wonder if this was some communal co-housing affair, or actually a restaurant setting), the young couple included, and the husband had to fiddle with and fix a lose panel on one side that I'd noticed and fiddled with. As if he saw me woking at it and knew a bit batter how to (at least temporarily) fix it.
At another point, I was thinking to myself that if she'd just received her doctorate, I probably ought to step out and get a congratulations gift of some kind (perhaps flowers?) That last was an echo of my real-life not always being sure of the etiquette of various situations but wanting to do 'the right thing'.
At one point, a bunch of people were around a dining table of some sort (makes me wonder if this was some communal co-housing affair, or actually a restaurant setting), the young couple included, and the husband had to fiddle with and fix a lose panel on one side that I'd noticed and fiddled with. As if he saw me woking at it and knew a bit batter how to (at least temporarily) fix it.
At another point, I was thinking to myself that if she'd just received her doctorate, I probably ought to step out and get a congratulations gift of some kind (perhaps flowers?) That last was an echo of my real-life not always being sure of the etiquette of various situations but wanting to do 'the right thing'.
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