Two Dreams Confused  I'm outside a church with one man, who may be my housemate Stephen Ramos, and two women, one of whom may be my friend Melanie McDyss. There is a funeral taking place at the church. A white limousine comes. It seems powerful. We sit on the street curb across from the church. The funeral procession leaves. I back up from the curb to the boulevard. I have a feeling of being near my neighbors the Shipp's house in Oak Valley.  I'm in a small room in the Uptown Mall. It seems to be kind of where the gold chain stand is. I'm in a hammock. My friend Melanie, and a woman I'm dating named Stephanie Peterson, and Stephen are there. We're talking and doing homework. I remember two dreams that I had. One involved Melanie in a department store setting. It had a sexual feeling. The other dream involved Stephanie. I confuse what woman was in each dream. I talk about he dreams and make more sense of them. I get Melanie and Stephanie mixed up in the dreams. Melanie asks me how I feel about the dreams. I think she is expecting me to say that I'm embarrassed because in the dream my sexual feelings towards her were revealed. She is kind of taunting me very slightly: it's as if she has control in our relationship and wants to get more by encouraging me to admit my attraction to her in real life. I honestly say that I feel pretty good about the dreams. For me, knowing how the dream symbolism fits, how the images in the dream relate to their referents is more important than the actual latent content of the dream. My professor Carly Sweet enters the room. She tells us we have to leave because she is giving a mid term exam to her second group of Educational Psychology students at 10:00pm. The first group was at 7:00pm. I recognize one of the men as we leave: he is a football player for Brimson. We leave and walk in the mall. My friend Nate Nelling is there. I say that we can probably go to my house, which is somewhere near the radio station in the mall. My friend's father and brother, Walt and Ryan Nelling, are walking in the mall, hand in hand. Ryan is younger, about five or six years old. As we walk in the open mall space by Target, my old classmate Tara Stevens is there. She is a manager working at Target. She throws something like a piece of licorice over my head, a long ways.