Going somewhere but not sure about it.

Date: 7/3/2018

I was outside on the street with a lot of stuff in my pockets. I had stuffed them full of things to throw out and I was carrying a few things as well. I met an old acquaintance, not a friend but someone I once almost tolerated, who was in the need of stuff. I gave her the belt I was carrying which might have been leather or pu leather. I was grateful she could take it off my hands, I didn't want it, and she was just greedy. She was looking for stuff too. I pulled out more stuff from my pockets and gave that stuff over as well. I was really seeking to remove stuff, even fake leather, from my house. I felt there was a symbolism in even the fake leather. Anything that could potentially have caused harm was to go. I met with a friend, an old ex friend someone this person on the street morphed into. She was chatting about how she goes thrift store shopping all the time, always goes to unique thrift stores all around the city. She does this with a group as an activity and does it almost every day. I thought that was very cool and asked to go with her, tomorrow which was Friday in the dream. I really needed to replace the stuff I had given away, all the stuff I had been throwing out had been to make room for new stuff. She said yes, but indicated going now would be better, and didn't seem as enthusiastic as I thought she'd be. In fact I kept pushing to go, as if it was the excitement which could catch and carry us both. I also wanted to go specifically with her and reconnect maybe. If we could. Anyway she agreed and we left down the street. I might have followed her, she was looking for a local eatery. It was always just a few more blocks down. She was sometimes on a bicycle. Sometimes I was on it, or her, or once I grabbed a nearby bicycle and rode it before her for a bit. The bike I stole for a few blocks had no handle bars or it only had one. It had this nice retro look and had a single handle bar which was rainbow. I was difficult to steer and balance on. I had to bend low over it and it might have a had only the one back wheel as well. We finally got to this diner and it was nice, we meet up with all her friends. I kept asking her "where's the dude?" I keep having to ask over and over again. I knew at the beginning of the journey when we first started out there was a guy who was her friend who was supposed to be with us. Originally I asked to make conversation an shave something to say to the group which was useful and not awkward, but I kept asking growing more and more agitated because they didn't know who I was talking about. I kept saying "dude, where's the dude?" a girl, a friend of hers, finally asked me what dude and I explained. My old ex friend finally said he would come along after us, he had the means to get here by himself. I settled down and finally just sat with all off them in the booth, which turned to a car and we were driving out of town and it was nighttime. I felt uncomfortable because we were suddenly headed out for the city and I didn't know if I had brought enough money. What if there was an emergency or I wanted to buy some stuff or worse, what my fear really was, they drove me there but then they didn't feel inclined to drive me back. I'd be stranded in the middle of nowhere. I was scared. The darker it got the more scared I was. I also felt odd in the company of people. I didn't know them, I felt awkward and socially inept. In the dark of the car everyone quieted down and slept or dozed. There was a purse of money stretched out between the front section of the car, it belonged to the girl to my left. She kept a lot of quarters. The girl to her left got car sick and asked the girl to her left for candy. Well maybe I suggested it, but a hair too late. Socially awkwardly too late to be of much help. To my right my old ex friend didn't really talk to me either. She kinda ignored me which made me feel more alone. I'm not sure who was in the front seat. I was more and more scared with each passing mile in the dark car.