i just had a dream where i met paul. it's pretty fragmented, so i'll just write what i recall.
for some reason, i owed him a dollar. it looked like the one that i found on my bedroom floor last night. before i knew it (big break here), he was racing up to my house in a beat up old ford pickup truck, i think it was cream coloured. you know, one of those trucks from like the forties. i saw him coming across the field in front of my house (i don't have a field in front of my house) and he wouldn't stop and ended up parking on my front porch. my mom ran up to the door and yelled about it, but he got out of the truck after he moved it to my front lawn. he was on his knees, and i remember him turning around th face me. he was very plain looking. i shook hands with him (it was my first time meeting him) and he didn't have a very strong web-to-web handshake (the line about standing proudly and proclaiming, "i am" popped into my head). he somehow got his arms around my legs and touched them. i told him that i had just woken up (i was still in my PJs, no makeup, etc.) but he didn't say anything. he kind of invited himself in to look at my house, but i just wanted to give him his dollar. i kept chasing him around the house and finally pulled on his back pocket and put it in there. we went all around my house before going to my room. i remember he was wearing these jeans with black and white stripes down the side, kinda like these shorts my brother used to have. they looked really dorky. so, we went into my room, and everything after that is a blur, but he had to leave or something and i sat around waiting for him to come back, and i looked in the mirror and it looked like i had makeup on. ??? very odd.
