So we’ve established that I have crazy dreams so I’m taking you right into this one.
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I’m sitting in a science lab in a high school waiting on the bell to ring. I’m not a student, or the teacher I think I’m supposed to present my product formula t the class.
A tall woman comes and gets me out of the class before the bell. We have to run to the end of the hall and catch up with some guy that’s supposed to help me with my business.
The building itself is turn of the century, it reminds me of Hughes in Cincinnati but it’s not as tall. There are sculptures and stylized railings on the stairs, it’s cold and there seems to be separation of offices and classrooms that divided the building in half.
The guy that’s supposed to be the one we’re running to meet turns out to be Dame Dash. He’s talking about some situation with packaging and distribution that will delay my product release unless we’re able to get a meeting with someone else to speed up the process.
We all run out of the office, by now there’s about five people if you include body guards and we head down a back stairwell and onto the street. (I’ve never been to New York) The street seems to be somewhere in New York city and when we make it to the spot that the person was supposed to be, I woke up.
This is the third time that I’ve had a dream in this building, but this is the first time I stayed sleep long enough to see the outside. I’m not sure what all of that means but it had an interesting tone. My emotions weren’t so much anxious as hopeful. I felt as though I was already in the middle of everything I ever wanted. I do well interpreting other people’s dreams, even pulling out lots of details on my own, but I never trust my own analysis without a second opinion. So, tell me what you think
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