As per my notes via the “Memo” app of my cellphone today at 7:10am, I had a dream. I saw women posing outdoors and going through high walls (seven feet high) on either side and the color of light buff beige. They were well-dressed and wore skirts that were knee-high, long-sleeved blouses and normal business suits. Behind them there were more women who walked came in and out of a building to the left. I was watching in the distance.
We then went indoors for a book discussion. One room was already dimmed. Everyone was seatd. I could see some empty seats were saved with items of water containers, hand bags, etc. And I was the last to find no seat available.
I heard a male speaker mention there were other seats in two other rooms down the halls. I went past the free standing projector creen/wall divider and turned left on the VERY brightly lit hallway.
I found a seat on the last/third seat but somehow ended up in a different/first room, which was larger and well lit than the original scene.
I sat in the right/back section and glared at the speaker, whose forehead started to wrinkle and whose face turned red. The lecture went on and the white guy passed out hard cover books. He stood straight in front of my “desk” and handed four last book with both his hands. I turned left on my seat; sensed people to my left/behind me; and said a few words of indifference as I took one of the blue/purple one, which appeared to be a self-help or New Age.
During the lecture, I left he room. I went into the bathroom and saw the handles indoors were brushed “silver color.” The lock was also the same “color” and below the handle. I bent over and looked up close at the lock, which had a symbol of many “arms”. I tried to lock the door by using my fingernail to turn the lock to the right.
But I saw the quick shadow of the guy behind the opening of the door. The door opened and I found myself being escorted back to the room. He was about my height. I sat down at my desk, turned to my left and saw the left side of his face as he went back out the door to the left. He had light hair, which was turfted up.
Later, I barely recalled being tucked into bed and I was waiting for the guy, who this time had darker hair. He went to bed in his day clothes of dark slacks. He laid on his right as I hugged him with my free, right arm as I drifted off too sleep with a “pillow partition” in between us.
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