Dreamt of reunion w/ people. Drove together in car with other people up a dark road (as I saw a map with the names of the streets) which lead to aisles of file cabinets (on either side of this road) reaching at to the high-vaulted, triangular-shaped, white-colored ceiling of at least three stories high.
We walked almost all the way to the back towards the file cabinets labeled in the 500 series. We stopped at the ones to the right. This file cabinet was a normal height found in most businesses. I saw a manila-folder with the name of Bryan Williams handwritten on the edge of this folder. I fingered the rest of the folders after his and pulled one out and read about this other person. It said that he was restless and I thought that he had allergies or autism. I wasn’t happy reading about the prognosis.
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