I was getting on a bus and this lady started lighting up. She was older with long white-blonde hair, and I said, kind of angrily, “ma'am, there is no smoking on the bus.” She seemed rather stunned that she couldn't smoke, and she asked the driver too before returning to me. “Don't I have the right to smoke?” she demanded. “You do NOT have the right to pollute the air that I am taking into my body, into my lungs!” I poked her in the chest a couple times as we argued, but I jabbed at myself just as hard, which wasn't, really. She got it then. (Thinking about it after waking up, I thought a more elegant explanation was, “you have the choice to breathe air or smoke—but if you smoke, the rest of us lose that choice.”)
She was still bothered, but a woman sitting a few seats back, also older and blonde suddenly said, “Don't you want to stop wasting every moment of your life?” The smoker was again taken aback, and the other woman continued. “You are the most beautiful woman I've ever had the privilege to sit behind, and I have a question for you. How would you like to get away from here, free and clear?”
I think there was also food and tickets involved, and the non-smoker told a waitress to use the blank check (I understood it was given earlier). And in the dream, at first I thought she said black check, but then realized it was blank a moment or so later. [Great, I can't even process language properly in a dream state?] The two women departed, and either I dreamed what they did or just imagined in the dream. Lots of travel to beautiful places, anyway.
Friday, August 6, 2010
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