All right, then; let's get this down before it slips away completely. This dream, I think, came from the root idea of having my own transportation. Possibly this is because I have recently lost this ability, temporarily, while we are down here in Missouri.
Anyway, I was at a Taco Bell with friends and as I ordered, I also ordered for my siblings, who were there as well. I remember keeping track of how much their orders cost, so that I could charge them later, I guess.
Some time after this, I called Alice Anderson and asked if she wanted to go out to eat. I'm not sure where Alice - or whatever name she's going by these days - came from. I've been thinking it may be related to Becky Black: she's the younger sister of a girl in my class, and besides the sister's name is Becky. On the same note, I guessed it might have been Al [nickname version of "Alice"], but it hadn't the same feel.
So, I picked her up, and we drove around a while. I didn't know where to eat. I wasn't immediately hungry, and she wasn't either, so I was trying to think of someplace we could sit for a while before eating. I suppose, in real life I would prefer such a setting, as well, because it would mean more time to talk. That gets me to thinking about what my friends were telling me about girlfriends and doing things. I think I would be more comfortable with a dinner format, if for no other reason than that I would be doing the provider thing. I suppose, though, that after a while we would settle down into the more casual, relaxed routine -- if they will permit me to use that term -- of that enjoyed by my friends. Back to the dream.
It was beginning to get desperate; I had no idea where we might eat, and I asked her where she might like to eat. She didn't really have any ideas, either.
Editor's note: here I left off. Hey, what can I say? Stuff happens. But as I remember it (and this entry has helped me quite a bit to remember), I became so desperate to do something besides drive around mutually declaring our nonpreference for an eating establishment that I gestured out the window and suggested "that place" that we were just driving by. "That place" was a bar, and a dive, at that. I then felt really bad for suggesting that she enter a place like that, even though we both knew I was just trying to break our nothingness.