Dropped

Dreaming

I am in a house for a gathering of some sort. I go into a back room where there is a crystal display. There is a very large crystal that you can put your hands inside, and it changes shape. I do this several times. My Dad is there overseeing it all. Someone comes into the room; my dad gets annoyed as the door has been left open and the temperature has dropped. I know it was me who left the door open, but I don’t want to admit it. He sends a woman out to get a thermometer; she comes back with it and tells him the temperature. It has dropped slightly.

I am going to a nightclub with Susie. I am wearing jeans, a leather jacket, and two tops. Our usual club is empty; I look down and see my jeans are off. We walk around for a while, and I put my jeans back on. We are behind a building, and I realise I have my tops on wrong. My jacket is under my other two tops, so I take them all off but am concerned that I have a frumpy bra on and everyone will see it. I undress; my bra is red and black lace. Some men in a car notice me; I dress myself properly. We bump into Sarah; she comes with us. We go to a different club; there seems to be a private party going on, and there are children there. I sit at a table, then decide to get drinks for Sarah and Susie. I ask Susie what she wants, then walk to another table and ask a man – whom I know – what he wants. He comes to the bar with me. There are two bars; I go to the one at the back and ask if it is the correct one. The lady says yes, and it’s cheaper than the other one. I order their drinks but can’t decide on my own. I see a bottle with a blue drink in it and choose that one. It has vodka in it. I also order some food – a chilli – and I read the menu board to see if I want anything else. I order a bread roll, as well.

I am at my house with Abi and someone else. I am looking at my computer; some emails have come through with new pictures on them. I watch one of them; it is more like an animated film or game. My phone rings and goes to the answering machine. I hear a man telling me about a house for sale on Leafy Lane Avenue. I notice the phone is off the cradle. I’m unsure about the house, as I don’t want to live in this area anymore. I go in to tell Abi, and she encourages me to move out of Redbrook.


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