Dream about Mrs White, wife of Mr Dallas White who lived next door to me on Vandalia. Mr White had long since passed away. I was apparently very close to Mrs White, and was trusted enough to enter her home, whether she was there or not. The door was always unlocked. Rooms were gray-green, very clean; very much like a 'grandma's' house would be. At one point I find a green leather purse in the grass between her house and mine. I picked it up and set it on her front porch. Several times we watched DVDs together; mostly art films from my personal collection.
