Another Indian dream

i got off the bus for school about a mile too soon (grad school)
and as i am walking i see many many many busses pulled to the side of the road waiting, but they do not have my number on them.

I guess i do not make it to class, because soon i am in an autobody shop

my white car won't go.

the shop is run by Indians.
the woman behind the counter has long semi-blonde hair strange, i think, but whatever.

She tells me it will only be another half hour.

soon she tells me there will be no charge.
the mechanics cannot get the electical functions to work
i will not be able to listen to music
but, she tells me, most casinos have their own music.
Her tribe has a casino, she tells me as we pass the time.

soon a man in a white shirt with short dark hair is to my left and behind me. I turn around. He is telling me some particulars. He is about 40 with rugged skin. He looks kind, nice, I smile softly.

OH, If you like me, you are really gonna like who is behind you he says, referring to his partner, the other mechanic.

He insists that i turn around and deal with the other guy and so i do.

this one has a younger face, and longer hair, shoulder length, dark, i think he is wearing glasses.

he extends his hand, i think he is not as great looking as the first one made him seem.

i shake his hand, but realize it is deformed, like a claw, like a lobsterclaw from the circus sideshows. just a fat pointerfinger and a thumb.

I take it in stride and grasp the thumb. Which one do you prefer people shake? I ask him

turns out it's the pointer, so we do it thatway.

Soon we are chatting, about some stuff who knows what, car stuff? he leans over and kisses me, Ok I think, whatever. It is OK, I keep my eyes open, so does he. He seems bored, looks all over the place, but not at me. He expects my eyes to be closed. His eyes are blue...

Soon I become bored. He sees my eyes are open and that's when we shift. I decide to show him what a real kiss is, and take charge of the situation and am the aggressor, the dominator he likes that kiss boy...

then we end up at some creek, there is a travel festival going on. His tribe is centered around travel. And the point is to get down the creek in many different ways.

Weird little dream.

When I got home I had been stalked by one of my friends who demanded to know where I had been all day/night.

"I know you wrote a check, because I saw it online." she said.
weird.