there was a part before this, I think it involved getting from one place to another by car or?? A blond friend of mine that lives in Australia (but Dutch) was in it... helping me or asking me to go with him? I just remember his curly blond longish hair. ;)
I'm with some coworkers. We are on the way to a ? convention or the airport or something and we end up driving through this old apartment complex. I said.. Oh I know where we are! It was a place I had lived before. I saw lots of men outside walking their little dogs. I was telling my coworkers all about the place saying how it is one of the few places that are pet friendly, one of the men heard me and said.. "ooooh... isn't it greeeat??? I just looove this place." I smiled and agreed, but then was telling my coworkers how nice the place used to be. It was beautiful. It was built by the architect to be part of the area, which before was an evergreen forest. There were trees all through it, wetlands around it and so on. Everything used to be lush and green and the apartments were short and tall towers to have the feel of the trees. It was so sad to see that it hadn't been taken care of by the right people. I also told them about this trail a friend of mine and I used to take (which was actually a memory from another dream). Then at some point I got out and went through an opening and I was in this other house... that I used to live in. It was a mansion type house (side note: It is interesting for me.. I have my highschool, my house I grew up in and this mansion house in my dreams often... all places I felt uncomfortable or restricted) ... anyhoo....
so I go in this house and there is a party that is about to happen, it feels like people are preparing etc. It is more of a summer bbq that feels like a bridal shower, than a party party. I live there too... and we are also moving. I'm trying to sort my things but the people coming in and saying hello and hugs are making it so I can't get it done. I go in the dining room and close the door.. partly for quiet and partly so the people coming in don't get the white carpet dirty... so we don't have to clean it again before the move. I go back to packing my things.. a couple of people come in.. nice ones.. checking on me. I see one of the roommates of the house. She is? a bit of a frazzled person, addictive type, always seems out of it, a little dim, gets with the wrong guys and so on. She is getting her stuff together too. She wants me to see something in her room and I tell her in a minute. Another friend goes with her. I am looking really quick for some photo that I wanted to give her. It would mean something to her, a handy parting gift.. and it meant nothing to me. I think I find it.. or not. I go upstairs... I look at the bathrooms for some reason. There are three large bathrooms. One is just a giant room with a shower head and a bench and sink etc. The other has a huge jacuzzi tub .. anyhoo, they are all nice and big and made me think.. why would they do this and have them all so close together? So I go to her room. The door is tiny. Like you would have to lay on your side.. and wiggle in to get through it tiny. I tell her.. you know.. I just can't go through one more of those doors today. I'm tired, and it is exhausting. Just thinking about it now makes me feel tired and constricted and claustrophobic. A lot of work to get somewhere I don't want to be. She is rambling on half out of it ... about her packing, getting things done.. and then she said.. Oh I wanted to ask you.... and she walked over to some colored glass tiles that were on the wall (projecting from the wall, not cemented to it). She had taken some off for herself and put them around her neck. She said.. I was thinking... like when I wanted to go to the clubs and there is a long line... I could use these to get in. Do you think it would work? Like instead of money? .... I looked at her and thought.. just humor her. I said .. maybe.. but really, you just need to go to the front of the line and flirt (she was really pretty), a friend of mine did this in ny all the time and she got in....
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