I was in an area near the river. It was populated but felt dark. I dream of this area often although I don't know it.
Then I dreamt of the president of the company where I work. He was talking about his son and what he should do for a living. I was remembering about myself, while he was talking, that I thought it would be the perfect balance for half of my day to be physical and the other half being mental. Why had I forgotten that?
While the conversations were going, I was cooking myself a steak. The steak was a perfect square about 12" x 12" and about 2 inches or more thick. I noticed on the side that it had the cross section of an organ in it. It was moving as though it was breathing. I asked my coworker (SB) if she thought it was an organ as well. She said yes. I was thinking it wasn't so good for me to eat. I hung the steak up on a clothes line with clothes pins and the organ was still breathing. Then a hole opened and it was black inside and it was pushing air in and out through that hole. It didn't scare me but I was very curious and wanted to figure out what it meant. Then I was distracted by what else was cooking. She was cooking fish and we had too much. Some white fish, some salmon and we figured we should freeze some of it. The white fish which was sort of ready to eat, wasn't cooked all the way.
Then I was waiting for a friend (TB) and her kids. She was taking so long and I was hungry, so I started looking through a menu. I saw pasta and so took a fork and was basically eating it from the menu. I hadn't had pasta in a long time and was looking forward to it but it really didn't taste like much. I was disappointed.
She was finally ready to leave but I had just started eating, but I had to go...
Then I was in a bar with some friends (although I didnt' know any of them). The bar manager, a pretty woman in her 40s, that looked more like a stiff business woman, came over and clamped one of my friends arms. I say clamped because she had a large heavy duty plastic ... almost robotic sleeve/glove over her arm that made her strong as well as protected her arm. It allowed her to grip the girl strongly and protected her in case the woman defended herself. She was accusing my friend of stealing. I felt strange. I knew my friend hadn't stolen anything, I knew this woman was overreacting, I knew I could defend my friend and be successful, but I was neutral to it all. I wasn't stressed, I wasn't mad at the woman. It was as if I knew none of this was my business, my responsibility, and so on and it would work itself out. I didn't need to give my attention to it. It was kind of peaceful.
Then a large Samoan guy came over to me. I guess we were dating? He wanted to lovey dovey and I wasnt' interested.
Then I was looking out on the patio... and someone created a mobile. It was two asian styled rectangle frame things, one inside the other and could spin independently, and a photo/drawing inside of a woman who had?? talents or powers. I thought it was pretty and I wanted one or to make one, but the woman there said she stole the photo so wasn't sure if it was ok for anyone to have.
Then I dreamt of the president of the company where I work. He was talking about his son and what he should do for a living. I was remembering about myself, while he was talking, that I thought it would be the perfect balance for half of my day to be physical and the other half being mental. Why had I forgotten that?
While the conversations were going, I was cooking myself a steak. The steak was a perfect square about 12" x 12" and about 2 inches or more thick. I noticed on the side that it had the cross section of an organ in it. It was moving as though it was breathing. I asked my coworker (SB) if she thought it was an organ as well. She said yes. I was thinking it wasn't so good for me to eat. I hung the steak up on a clothes line with clothes pins and the organ was still breathing. Then a hole opened and it was black inside and it was pushing air in and out through that hole. It didn't scare me but I was very curious and wanted to figure out what it meant. Then I was distracted by what else was cooking. She was cooking fish and we had too much. Some white fish, some salmon and we figured we should freeze some of it. The white fish which was sort of ready to eat, wasn't cooked all the way.
Then I was waiting for a friend (TB) and her kids. She was taking so long and I was hungry, so I started looking through a menu. I saw pasta and so took a fork and was basically eating it from the menu. I hadn't had pasta in a long time and was looking forward to it but it really didn't taste like much. I was disappointed.
She was finally ready to leave but I had just started eating, but I had to go...
Then I was in a bar with some friends (although I didnt' know any of them). The bar manager, a pretty woman in her 40s, that looked more like a stiff business woman, came over and clamped one of my friends arms. I say clamped because she had a large heavy duty plastic ... almost robotic sleeve/glove over her arm that made her strong as well as protected her arm. It allowed her to grip the girl strongly and protected her in case the woman defended herself. She was accusing my friend of stealing. I felt strange. I knew my friend hadn't stolen anything, I knew this woman was overreacting, I knew I could defend my friend and be successful, but I was neutral to it all. I wasn't stressed, I wasn't mad at the woman. It was as if I knew none of this was my business, my responsibility, and so on and it would work itself out. I didn't need to give my attention to it. It was kind of peaceful.
Then a large Samoan guy came over to me. I guess we were dating? He wanted to lovey dovey and I wasnt' interested.
Then I was looking out on the patio... and someone created a mobile. It was two asian styled rectangle frame things, one inside the other and could spin independently, and a photo/drawing inside of a woman who had?? talents or powers. I thought it was pretty and I wanted one or to make one, but the woman there said she stole the photo so wasn't sure if it was ok for anyone to have.
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