I dreamt I was in a house that was moving down the road. My friends (BM, PC and JR) were there. BM was being pleasant. We were all going to sleep and just had a blanket on the floor to sleep with. BM had extras and said to use some of his for cushion. He started talking about business and something he had discovered.
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I dreamt I was either a border or an assistant at this house. I never really felt at home there. I felt in the way like a servant or as if I was a cousin that had to stay with the family, and wasn't really wanted. The man of the house was Jeff Bridges. He wasn't there at the moment, so I thought I would make myself useful. I stayed in a room a level up from the main floor. Not quite another floor up, but high enough to have half a case of stairs up to it. I had nothing left to do up there, so I came downstairs. There was a door above the fridge in the kitchen so I decided to take a look. It needed organized, so I organized it and it was much better. You could see through the attic to another room and hallway. It was on of the sons. He did most of his living up there. The attic part I organized I couldn't really fit in, I could just organize things from the ladder. Then Jeff Bridges came home and went to the upper level. He sat Indian style on the floor and looked through things. I was standing aside anxiously. That feeling you get when you want to be productive and would be if you knew what to do.
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I dreamt I was either a border or an assistant at this house. I never really felt at home there. I felt in the way like a servant or as if I was a cousin that had to stay with the family, and wasn't really wanted. The man of the house was Jeff Bridges. He wasn't there at the moment, so I thought I would make myself useful. I stayed in a room a level up from the main floor. Not quite another floor up, but high enough to have half a case of stairs up to it. I had nothing left to do up there, so I came downstairs. There was a door above the fridge in the kitchen so I decided to take a look. It needed organized, so I organized it and it was much better. You could see through the attic to another room and hallway. It was on of the sons. He did most of his living up there. The attic part I organized I couldn't really fit in, I could just organize things from the ladder. Then Jeff Bridges came home and went to the upper level. He sat Indian style on the floor and looked through things. I was standing aside anxiously. That feeling you get when you want to be productive and would be if you knew what to do.
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