Okay. This is one of the few times that I’m NOT too lazy to record a dream. This morning I remember finding one BIG, flawless diamond, which I had a jeweler carve into a nice diamond ring, which I wore on my left ring finger. I wore another diamond ring of equal weight on my left thumb.
I imagined that he might do a slight of hand trick and switch my newly found diamond with a fake one and that I was drifting off to sleep. But I felt he was an honest guy. Whatever.
Anyway, in another scene, I was wearing a black (strapless?) dress and a black high heels. And I found myself trying to climb up wooden stairs. Some people made it over to the “front door” of this massive building, which could be a hotel or something.
For whatever reason, the very “last step” leading upward was missing! The height between each stemp would be about five feet. The light colored, unpainted slabs of wood could be seen to my right sight of vision. As a result, I could barely reach over to pull myself up to the “main floor”.
But since I was wearing high heels, I didn’t get a good grip nor have the strength to swing my dominant right foot over to the top. I guess it wasn’t my time to “pass through the doors”. I got pissed and went down to find something, as if a stool to help me get over to my designation.
I didn’t find anything and went back to retrieve my black high heels and something else and decided to take the back door, which was easier.
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