the club

I dreamt that I was sitting at a cafe with my step mom. I was on interview number 2 with an exclusive company. It felt more like a club than a company. It was very hard to become a part of... Everyone dreamt of it like one might dream of flying, it wasn't going to happen. For some reason they were interested in me. Three of them sat down at the small round cafe table, all dressed perfectly... like you might see in a fantasy movie. They were almost not human. Every hair in place, skin perfect, outfits perfectly styled and pressed. Not clothes that you could get your hands on in the local department store. They all had an air of confidence, maybe over confidence, smugness, superiority ... holier than thou. It looked as though they were giving you a gift by being in your presence. Our session was finished. They liked me, thought I was special and unique and wanted me to start training with them as soon as possible. I turned to my step mom after they left. "I don't understand why they like me. Not that I'm not good at what I do, but I don't feel that they asked any questions that would reveal my abilities. What were they going by? My aura??" 

Then I was at their location. I had a winter coat on with a fur hood. I walked into a huge building almost warehouse like and there was a line of people that I had to join. It seemed there were different stations that you had to go through to be initiated or trained. I saw that some were eager to go through each process, good little "soldiers," while others felt fearful. Was it that they couldn't turn back? Afraid of something new? or were they afraid of something worthy of being afraid of. I thought I would just see for myself. I was at a station that was the last one for that room. I had to climb up a contraption that seemed to have some sort of large tub at the top. A woman was kindly instructing me to get in. It didn't feel right. She felt off. I still had my coat on and I asked if I was supposed to go in clothed or unclothed. She said clothed. I said... but my coat, I don't want to ruin it. I asked her if it would get damaged in what ever the tub would do. She didn't say anything and gave me a tight lipped stare. I needed to leave this place. Something felt wrong. I got a sense that they, what ever they were... would consume you. They pulled you in by making you feel liked, admired, loved, needed, exclusive... and as soon as you handed your "self" over to them, you lost your power.