Dream January 10, 2000 - Part III

... This Iron Man was designed like the original Iron Man from the comic book series. Luckily for me, there was a gold original Iron Man suit lying around. I put that on and fought the silver Iron Man.

I was informed by someone (I don't know who) that the only ship available to get me home was near this star (named Vashdar?). So, I knocked the silver Iron Man over and flew away, heading for Vashdar. I wasn't sure if the rockets would work on this original suit, but they picked me up and sent me flying.

I also remember walking down a street (probably in Chicago). There were mall-type stores. Very well done design, brick sidewalks, mature atmosphere. I walked into a Reebok store. I saw one nice, white, leather pair of sneakers for 48 dollars in my in my size (9). I didn't get white, though, because they dirty easily.

A female salesperson (blonde, 5'3", early 30's) asked me for help. I told her what I was looking for. We ended up striking a conversation and we hit it off to the point where a salesperson said to both of us "he really likes you, he thinks your beautiful." We were both a little shy and therefore, embarrassed. I said something like, "I didn't say that. I'm not saying she's not beautiful, but I'd like to be the one who says it to her."

With that, she smiled and went on break. I felt like I needed to get her number, something, but I didn't.

I ended up seeing her later. She was looking out from a 2nd floor window (the windows ran from floor to ceiling). I looked up at her. She had been working out; she was wearing a black bathing suit with black tights. She said she needed some protein, I said I had some to give (or something like that). She came downstairs to meet me.


Fin.