Meeting Person  I'm catching chickens. I wander through several large rooms with corridors between them. There seems to be an underwater feeling to the rooms. I go into a room where two familiar women are peeling shrimp, as a job. They ask me if I want one. I ask them if it's okay, and they say any of us can eat all we want. I think this is like the chocolate factory I visited. I ask if the shrimp are cooked, and the woman says yes. So I peel a shrimp and eat it.  I'm on a plane flying over a city. It's dusk. I look out to my left where the chicken barns would be. The barns are smaller: about the size of a city plot of land for a house, and are close together, connected. There is water, a bay or a river, that the city is built along. I lay down on the left wing of the plane (from the point of view of being in the plane facing forwards). I'm out at the tip of the wing, and I hold on to the edge. We fly over the city. It's dark and the city lights shine beautifully. The plane begins to turn and I feel unstable in my position on the wing. An arm reaches up and touches me on the left side of my head. I'm wearing my green wool hat. I realize that I've been lying down on the person whose arm touched me. I see she is fair skinned and has thick straight shoulder length blond hair. She reminds me a bit of my friend Emily Zates. She doesn't mind that I'm laying on her. She is lying on her stomach too. She indicates for me to hold on as the plane turns, and I do. The plane soars to the right, coming in fast for a landing. It gets close to the ground, and slows, and it seems the plane will be thrust forward and upwards, but it lands, unexpectedly to me. A red station wagon-like car is in place of the front wheels of the plane. There are several inches of fresh snow on the runway. The woman and I are low to the ground and let go of the plane when we can do so safely: without being in danger of being hit or run over by the plane. I feel peaceful, happy, adventurous, and free. An old couple is then driving the car that was the landing gear. The woman introduces herself as "Person". I think this may be spelled Pearson or Person, but is pronounced like the noun 'person'. I introduce myself as "Kenneth". I'm very happy to meet her. She is a very attractive person in many ways. We walk where the snow is deeper to get back to the airport terminal from the runway. She has bare feet. I'm wearing sandals with no socks. My feet are warm. A white car drives along side of us. Three young men in it ridicule us for no apparent reason. Person runs up to the car and hops in the sliding door on its left side. I follow and jump on. This surprises the guys inside. One of them says his name is Gabe. He tells me he's going to the airport to pick up (my friend) Gretchen Warwick. I tell him matter-of-factly that I know Gretchen: we were on a study-abroad program together. I introduce myself to him. The airport is a large open area. We wait. Some of the guys ask about my green hat. I tell them it's wool, and it's warm. Gabe asks me to drive my acquaintance Bill Vanderbil home because Bill and Gretchen don't get along in the car. I'm nervous about driving, but then he just asks me to hold the keys, which is fine with me. My friend Jennifer Valentine is there. She talks to me, saying, "I can't believe you laid on her and didn't know she was there!..." I see Person , who is with the woman that came to the airport to get her. She is standing a few hundred feet away from me, about to leave the airport area. We make eye contact and wave at each other: there is a mutual attraction to each other, not necessarily physical, though that may be present. I'm attracted to her person: who she is. Though she is far away, I hear her voice. She is describing what I look like so that she can point me out to the person I am with. I'm wearing my baggy 8th grade Union Bay jeans and the green wool hat. I have on my turquoise chamois cotton shirt with some shirts underneath it. I unbutton my turquoise shirt so person has some description of me to relate to her friend. As I do this I hear her saying, "He's unbuttoning his shirt...", identifying me.