I was working (cause when am I not), seemed like opener replacement on one door and a new door for the other, two different garages in the same house, one on main level and one in the basement.
BD was there, but only popped up for one sentence every now and then. In between working, I was fixing her mobile phone, and it was old school. So was mine, actually. She had this little dark blue clam shell phone, and I had a glossy black candy bar phone with a numeric only display.
She was having me back up everything on her phone, including the SIM card, full size SD card, and full size TransFlash card - which was interesting to me, as I’ve never owned or used anything that used TF cards. I was doing the work on my MacBook Pro, which has been out of commission and sitting on the desk for at least 3 years, as it needs fixed.
At one point, she tried getting friendlier to get me to hurry up. She came over, sat next to me on the couch, hugged my arm, and used the playful whining tone, asking “how much longGgerrrrr?” (She kinda overemphasized the G) I told her I’d find her when I was finished, and not to worry, I’ll get it working again.
I should also mention, from looking in a mirror, and seeing her, we were both about 12-13 years old. I’ve not seen her in real life since about that age anyway.
At least this dream wasn’t as confusing as most I’ve had lately.
Last updated July 01, 2020