20160827 dream

I was walking down agnew and came upon a couch at the interstion of first in the middle as a car waiting would be. I waited at the couch and was trying to change into these shorts while I waited. There were no cars coming and the light was long so I didn't feel too rushed. As I started to undress I didn't want to be exposing my undergarments so I was conserned about that as I could tell a car was coming from the south. I was thinking in my dream of doing a psa for local theaters on the church and would be pointing out that I am not percect. As I was ready to go, I looked under th couch and found two photos in small frames one of my mom and one of my dad. I knew they weren't mine but I also knew that they were left there most likely accidentally. I grabbed them and something else I've forgotten and walked down first along the sidewalk. Suddenly I was at a counter area with other people, and jen was there with one of the kids. By this time I was eating and my mouth was full. There was something g foreign in there and I was trying to get it to the front of my mouth to spit it out. My left hand was holding the photos and whatever and my right was cupped holding the food like mashed potatoes or gruel. As I woke up I felt as if I could still feel these food items. Keeping myself covered or my garments covered is trying to be modest and pointing out that I am not perfect to a local crowd is knowing that they know more of my faults. The photos is the desire to keep people's memories alive for future generations and the fact that eventually we all will be mostly forgotten besides a few photos names and dates. I don't know what the shorts were for, I may have gotten the earlier in the dream and don't remember that part. Not spitting the food out was because I know it is good for me, not wanting to be wasteful, and there were people around and it's socially unacceptable to spit food out on the floor. In relation I spent most of yesterday cleaning the side yard and throwing things away. I dumped two bushels of wheat into the trash because we have so much and these were very old . Then the wood chips showed up unexpectedly and I felt like I needed to get as much done as I could. I was planning on going to Southworth to help move boxes and I didn't get a chance to go. Or decided not to. We've been there twice and I am scheduled to go again tuesday. The grandkids were helping me move the wood chips.