Here are my notes taken via the “Memo” app of my cellphone on 07:11am about a dream:
I was outdoors and wanted to go down a flight of stairs. The scenery appeared grayish in color. Even the stairs were cement and gray in color. The length of the stair on either side of me was about two regular-sized bedrooms. The thickness of each step required me to bend my left knee so that I could crouch/sit on the step in order for my right foot to read the next step below. The number of steps appeared to be around two dozen. There may have been a building in the far distance but I could not recall. Some of the steps have puddles. I could see the texture of the cement step cradle each puddle.
I went to the bottom of the stairways. There might have been two other women going downstairs with me. I wanted to drink water and realized that I have left my bottled water towards the top of the stairs. I turned around to see my bottled water was still sitting on one of the stairs. I was looking up from off-center and was closer to the “right” to these stairs. I made my way up rather quickly and I don’t know how I got there fast. I saw one of the woman had touched my bottled water because I saw her holding it in her hands. I barely recall if she had already drained the contents of the water into the steps and told me something about that it was gone.
In this next scene, I found myself inside a dimly lit room. There were lots of white people. I was waiting with others who were on the “right side” of this crammed room. The “left side was a wooden counter of white men, who were seated. One young white man seemed to have the build of a football player. He appeared young and might be in “training” to do his desk work. I cannot recall if I saw computers because these men were looking straight at something in front of them. I was standing with my left should facing the “front door.”
I looked through a narrow window located to the “left” of this closed front door and saw one woman coming out of a door opposite the narrow hall. The location of the other office was slightly to the “left” in relation to where I was standing. I could see lots of very smooth, wooden walls and a vertical shaped fixture lighting some of the “front doors” to these offices. I wondered to myself why this office was busy because there were other offices that were not as congested, like my lungs.
I then saw someone familiar from high school. Monica Martinez was my classmate and she walked through our “front door” and went straight to the football guy. She had a check in her hands and showed/talked to the guy, who turn his attention towards his “right” where Monica was standing. She had dark/tanned skin, by the way. I imagined that the football guy was into depositing checks or is working in the accounting department because my mind’s eye imagined that Monica was showing the deposit codes, which were written on the face of the check, for the guy to code/deposit properly.
When Monica left, back out from wherever she came from, I wanted to leave but couldn’t because I appeared to be “watching” the belongings of a fat white woman. I saw her belongings sitting on some black/dark-colored seats, which might have been made out of leather but I cannot recall. I looked around for this fat woman’s place and saw that she was in another office down the hall and to the right. She had long hair of light color. I decided to leave her belongings and leave the office.
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