purpose

I dreamt that I was walking through town with a little boy. It was if he was my little brother (although I don't have one). We were getting away from someone and/or were trying to get to a safe place. At some point I lost my top, not sure how, but it was awkward and I needed to get somewhere to hide and find something to put on. We were walking in an area, and I thought I knew who the people were in a nice home we were near. Maybe a friend of mine knew them, but it was the closest thing I had for help. We walked up and I knew I had to quickly explain the missing top. These people were very wealthy and had little patience for people not at their level. A man opened the door. He was probably in his early 50s, dark hair, but bald on top. I quickly explained to please forgive my appearance and could he at least let the boy in. He let us through, said he would protect the boy but that I needed to leave. I asked for at least a t-shirt and he said .... just leave and wouldn't look me in the eye. I could feel he was disgusted. I went out to the front lawn, and felt relief from the boy being taken care of. Then two older teenagers? or 20 somethings came out? They were either that man's children or neighbors. They both were very self assured, very head strong, and very directed. The girl, who was slim, no makeup, long blondish hair,  asked what was my purpose in life. I said I wasn't quite sure and asked what her's was. She said that she had always been interested in a certain medical field and research and she was going to focus on that. She seemed to have no other distractions, like but I like to travel or dance or want a family, just this medical work. The young guy, who had naturally curly surfer hair, was friendlier. He also knew his purpose, but I don't think he shared it. He took off his sweatshirt and offered it to me to cover myself up. I told him thank you and that I would return and/or replace it as soon as I could. He didn't seem to care. I could feel the cold on the inside of the shirt where there were iron ons or decoration. He also asked me what my purpose was. He said there is no excuse for people to not know it. That it was more or less just a type of laziness and he had no tolerance. I felt sick to my stomach. What could I say? What did I like? I knew I liked how the mind worked and how to fix things in the mind... but is that enough to call something a purpose?

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I dreamt that I was in a classroom. We were all figuring out where to sit. I was sitting on the far left of the room, 2nd or 3rd seat back. I guess I was wanting to sit near friends and they near me. Our professor was coming in the room. We all were excited for class, because we all liked him. He had wisdom, was kind and fun. (He was actually the same man that was in the dream above). Class hadn't started yet. I looked around the room and I saw that my mother was also taking the class. This was odd as she wasn't really that self motivated for these sorts of things. I am usually quick to pick up new concepts, so when the instructor started the lesson, I was baffled in that I didn't understand anything he said. I think normally I would have panicked or wanted to hide my ineptness. But this time, I felt very free and almost good about saying... I don't understand a thing. Please explain. It felt very freeing.