I dreamt that I was walking through an apartment building. Something I might have been impressed with in the 80's, but was out of date now. It was an apartment building of quality though. You needed to know people to get in, be part of their group, but.. maybe that is what was outdated.
I was at an elevator near a gift shop on the main floor. I was on the floor with my suitcase open... trying to look busy while the manager walked by. I wanted to look like I lived there so she wouldn't bother me. Although something felt like I did live there, but ... maybe still didn't belong.
I left the place and into the parking area. I was heading to a friend's wedding. MB and P were finally getting married. There were people from my past there... high school people, not my people either really. I had made some cookies for MB that were stacked like a cake. They were not meant to replace the cake, and they were just an example of something people could nibble before hand. They colors were not ideal though... lavenders and girl colors. I went to go put some things away and then came back. MB had refrosted them.. in grays and greens. Much more his style, modern, avant garde, neutral... I felt bad.. I wanted to do something nice and was capable, but he didn't get to see my final product.
Then I dreamt that my brother had my mother's old french table we grew up with. He wanted to get rid of it having no idea what it was worth. Even then, he wanted to toss it.
I was at an elevator near a gift shop on the main floor. I was on the floor with my suitcase open... trying to look busy while the manager walked by. I wanted to look like I lived there so she wouldn't bother me. Although something felt like I did live there, but ... maybe still didn't belong.
I left the place and into the parking area. I was heading to a friend's wedding. MB and P were finally getting married. There were people from my past there... high school people, not my people either really. I had made some cookies for MB that were stacked like a cake. They were not meant to replace the cake, and they were just an example of something people could nibble before hand. They colors were not ideal though... lavenders and girl colors. I went to go put some things away and then came back. MB had refrosted them.. in grays and greens. Much more his style, modern, avant garde, neutral... I felt bad.. I wanted to do something nice and was capable, but he didn't get to see my final product.
Then I dreamt that my brother had my mother's old french table we grew up with. He wanted to get rid of it having no idea what it was worth. Even then, he wanted to toss it.
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