A Purse / Backpack

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Last night I remember part of my last dream, which I think started in a classroom, but I can not remember.

I think that class was over and some of my classmates and I walked off talking, to wait near the exit for the bell to ring, so that we could leave.

We came across an area that has been in several of my past dreams, but it was slightly different, which it usually is in each dream that it is in.

The area has a restaurant, business, and several other things in it; and the restaurant area has a 1950s style with older style music that plays; and I remember hearing a Frank Sinatra-like song that sounded like it was sang / sung by a Michael Bublé-like singer, and I remember thinking to myself that it would probably be nice to sing some songs there one day or something like that, if I could sing, which I can not. 😀

The restaurant looked like a place where people would be eating hamburgers & French fries with milkshakes or something, and I think that there were/was white & black checkered titles for/on the floor & an old style music jukebox, maybe.

A few of my classmates and I walked to the exit and we stood there talking, as some other students talked with each other, and one of my classmates showed me her purse / bookbag (backpack).

The woman looked like one of my former classmates but I can not remember her name, she had very light whitish colored skin & she wore glasses & she had darker colored shoulder length hair.

Her purse / bookbag was not very big and I think that it might have been made of denim, but that is a guess, and to put it into purse-mode you had to snap the bottom to the side (if that made sense); there were two button-things that could snap into and/or out-of-place, which would switch it to purse-mode & slightly changed the appearance & size.

To turn it into bookbag-mode, you just unsnap the two button-things, which would slightly change the appearance & made it slightly bigger.

Really it would be the same size, but snapping it into purse-mode would hide some of it on the side, which made it seem smaller & which slightly changed the look of it.

I told her that her purse/bookbag was interesting and I commented about the button-things, and she seemed pleased by my positive comments.

Our conversation was interrupted by two other classmates who saw a paper that I was carrying in my hands and/or in my bookbag, that had the name of my former classmate DH on it, and one of them (a man) made a comment about that; and the other one (a woman) told the man that not everyone carrying something with someone’s else’s name on it, are having sex with that person, or something like that. 😀

I guess the man always suspected sexual relationships on very flimsy evidence or something.

I thought that the man was joking or something, since DH is a man & heterosexual, I am a man & heterosexual, and so his statement made no sense to me.

DH’s name was on one of my papers because I think we had to write about someone we knew that was in the military or something like that, and I wrote about how DH is in military basic training with the military now or something like that.

After the woman and I explained how the man was incorrect and after he apologized, we all started talking again; but then I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr 🙂