I dreamt that I was at some retreat or armory where there was an event, but I felt that I knew everyone pretty well at that point and they were not family, but felt close.
I think it was nearing towards the end of an activity or the end of the event all together. Then it seemed like we were in a small market. A couple of men came in with guns to rob the place. I think we were scared a bit and a bit not. He was very friendly. He was focused on what he needed and very calm and cool and pleasant about it. I had a bag of Pirate's Booty in my hand and was concerned about making noise. I didn't want to draw attention to myself. He did notice though and was walking towards me. In my dream I had popcorn breath, and didn't want him to smell it either to notice me more. As he was walking towards me I was actually starting to get a smirk on my face and he was too. He was just coming over to kid me.
Then we were all back to the armory type place and cleaning up. At first there were a bunch of folks milling around. I went to the basement to go to the bathroom and retrieve my things. I had noticed the management had left a lot of toiletry kits on a shelf for people to take. I wondered why no one had. I picked a couple of them up to look at them. One was all foot care related and I'm not sure of the other one. I thought about taking one, but then thought against it. I partly wasn't sure I wanted more stuff, partly would feel guilty that maybe I was taking them without the others being aware of the bounty that they could have ... The bathroom was decorated kind of like a grandma's from way back when. It had a fluffy pink toilet lid cover, and cozy fluffy things around for decoration.
I went back up stairs to help with the clean up. A lot of folks had left, but I think were supposed to come back for one more activity. I was looking to move some tables. One girl I had gone to highschool with but did not hang out with had already cleaned the dishes (TR). I felt bad I hadn't helped enough. I continued to help and then an Indian woman came to me saying that someone had knocked on the door, but she was scared to let them in because she was alone. She could see it was a young teen. I told her that I would go with her and that maybe we should wait until the other arrived.
Something else happened with a guy I know that moved to Australia from the Netherlands... but I don't remember what exactly. Just a nice feeling left.
I think it was nearing towards the end of an activity or the end of the event all together. Then it seemed like we were in a small market. A couple of men came in with guns to rob the place. I think we were scared a bit and a bit not. He was very friendly. He was focused on what he needed and very calm and cool and pleasant about it. I had a bag of Pirate's Booty in my hand and was concerned about making noise. I didn't want to draw attention to myself. He did notice though and was walking towards me. In my dream I had popcorn breath, and didn't want him to smell it either to notice me more. As he was walking towards me I was actually starting to get a smirk on my face and he was too. He was just coming over to kid me.
Then we were all back to the armory type place and cleaning up. At first there were a bunch of folks milling around. I went to the basement to go to the bathroom and retrieve my things. I had noticed the management had left a lot of toiletry kits on a shelf for people to take. I wondered why no one had. I picked a couple of them up to look at them. One was all foot care related and I'm not sure of the other one. I thought about taking one, but then thought against it. I partly wasn't sure I wanted more stuff, partly would feel guilty that maybe I was taking them without the others being aware of the bounty that they could have ... The bathroom was decorated kind of like a grandma's from way back when. It had a fluffy pink toilet lid cover, and cozy fluffy things around for decoration.
I went back up stairs to help with the clean up. A lot of folks had left, but I think were supposed to come back for one more activity. I was looking to move some tables. One girl I had gone to highschool with but did not hang out with had already cleaned the dishes (TR). I felt bad I hadn't helped enough. I continued to help and then an Indian woman came to me saying that someone had knocked on the door, but she was scared to let them in because she was alone. She could see it was a young teen. I told her that I would go with her and that maybe we should wait until the other arrived.
Something else happened with a guy I know that moved to Australia from the Netherlands... but I don't remember what exactly. Just a nice feeling left.
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