delivery

I dreamt that I was going to do a skit type thing with friend. She asked what kind of hair she thought we should have in these roles. I told her that I saw her character with straight hair brown hair and straight bangs.  She said she had to use her own hair so, it would have to just be good enough. But her hair was straight with the bangs, but black when I was thinking something a little more dowdy.
My character was to be blond with a similar cut. We had uniforms like catholic school but the skirts were a bit more flouncy. What was the film we were doing? The film guy came in and we were to practice our parts. I don't remember much but at one point she had her clothes off and she was standing near a rack of clothes on the wall as if at a nice boutique. He felt a bit creepy to me. I felt unease as if I had just put myself in a not so safe situation.

Then I had a delivery. It was a box wrapped in brown paper. It had the address 3030 on it. I bicycled down by this almost all black building. I looked down at the address on the box and was impressed that I could hold such a large box while riding. I coasted my bike to the side of the building. There were three Asian guys sitting on the grass with their bikes. I went to knock on a door as if it was the one, although there were no addresses near any of the doors. The guys looked at me and said "No one will open the doors," as if my exercise of knocking was futile. "And besides.... that one is 1515." I knew it was as I had delivered there sometime in the past. I asked them if they knew were 3030 was, and they pointed in a direction to the front of the building. The building went in and out with more doors and I followed along... I saw more of the absence of addresses. At one point I just knew somehow that I had walked by 6060, and if I kept going I would find 3030. I was drawn to its entrance. I wanted to walk away maybe, but they saw me and I felt drawn in. I thought at least they could help me. They were a couple of ladies, maybe in their 50's or older, or maybe not. They didn't take care of their appearances which made them look a bit more worn.

I told them about my package for 3030 and they looked at each other and then looked at me. A look of should we tell her? They also said that no one would open the doors. We were in a room that was a bit large.. kind of like a ballroom, but more like a grange hall with old linoleum, paneled walls, and fluorescent lighting. The place was a mess with folding tables topped with open boxes and piles here and there. They offered for me to sit down. I saw there were quite a few people in the room that were milling about. It seems the two women were in charge at that moment, but who were the other people? I noticed two men that were in what looked like giant black bags made out of plastic tarp fabric reinforced with a weave of threads. I saw another man with googly eyes kind of milling about with no direction and then it hit... this was some sort of "home" for mentally ill. The ladies confirmed. I asked about the men in bags and they said that they had committed murders or had violent tendencies.

The ladies had been talking about needing entertainment or a movie for someone. I said that I had a film on my phone they could watch, the skit we just had performed. I then paused and told them about the naked scene, explaining it wasn't meant to be sexy, but maybe too much in this environment.  They agreed. They asked me instead if I would like to volunteer with something for their group, as if I wanted to do something for them?? She started running off ideas and I heard sorting and stuffing envelopes so I volunteered for that one. It sounded mindless and easy. I walked with her to the room's entrance and she told me to wait there. I sat in a chair facing the room right next to the opening in a hard chair upholstered with brown vinyl. A man in one of those bags was sitting right next to me and another was standing in front of me facing me swaying from foot to foot trying to get eye contact. I knee jerkily avoided his eyes, but part of me really wanted to look. Part of me wanted to get to know all of them. What made them tick, was there anything left? I was more drawn to the ones in the bags. They hadn't checked out yet. They were still intense and alive.