I dreamt of going out with a bunch of Pinoys in front of my home. One of my relative and I were talking to an old lady with gray hair. I didn’t know her and thought she was a friend of my relative. She wanted to go dancing.
Two other relatives of hers were all dolled up and I didn’t like their tawdriness. They invited me inside their car. With two other older men, one was the an old man with gray hair, sitting in the back seat. He’s possibly the old woman’s husband. She was seated in the passenger seat up front. A middle-aged guy was driving the car.
They drove around looking for places to drink. To my left field of vision, there was a corner bar with people inside. It appeared crowded with white folks and the driver passed this one by after briefly looking through the tall, narrowly-slit vertical glass front door. The street number to this location appears to have lots of ones and at least one seven.
I didn’t like being inside that car. But it was too late. I awoke as they drove away from that location, looking for a dancing place.
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