Alrighty, here was my dream:
I'm in the downtown "market" sort of area, like trendy-place, like Georgetown or something, saying good-bye to friends that I've just eaten with. I'm headed towards my car, and I can visualize exactly where my car is, but I can't remember what store/restaurant I parked outside of. So I start walking and I know that it's going to be down the next main street, but every break in the buildings is only alleys, so far. A guy, a little short, solidly built, and Portuguese starts walking next to me. I think he is trying to sell me a way to get rid of credit debt, but I keep telling him I don't have a credit card. He gives up, but keeps walking next to me. I'm still kind of lost, but now I feel safe with him. I finally decide to just walk down one of the alleys. At first, it's just another alley, but then, without going inside, we're inside, and the walls are all boarded up, and there are doors randomly throughout.
So we follow the hallways around for a while before deciding to just take one of the doors. This whole time I'm thinking we're underground or something, but when we go through the door, we're on the top floor of this staircase of a really tall building that is kind of bank-like, kind of hotel-like.
I don't remember if it's at this point or earlier that I realize I'm wearing rollerblades. It makes going down the stairs kind of difficult (we decide getting out of the front doors of the building will get me to my car), but my Portuguese friend helps me. At one point, I think he grazes my boob, but it's an accident. So we've got about 3 or 4 more stories to go and suddenly there are people on just about every stair, either sitting or laying down. They're refugees from somewhere. I think they speak to us. They make it even harder to get down the stairs, but we make it.
Once we're outside of the building (rollerblades have disappeared), out of nowhere comes one of my new coworkers, Lauren, who starts talking to us and may or may not have been congratulating us. I think this conversation went on for longer, but I don't remember for sure.
She leaves, and the Portuguese man and I keep walking. For some reason, we're walking very close together, like with our sides pressed together, so I decide it would be more comfortable if I put my arm around his waist. I think at this point, he hits on me a little, but in a nice way, and I tell him I have a boyfriend. He stops it, and we keep walking.
We get to this waterfront-type area that kind of looks like Old Town's waterfront. Except, in Old Town, the opposite shore is a couple miles away, and here, it is only a couple hundred feet. You can easily see the other side. And when I look over, I can tell that right on the other side of the water is the street that my car is on.
The most vivid dream I've had since the one where my school was part Hogwarts, part its actual self, and ninjas were trying to get me, and my boyfriend drove to Oklahoma instead of helping me.
So we follow the hallways around for a while before deciding to just take one of the doors. This whole time I'm thinking we're underground or something, but when we go through the door, we're on the top floor of this staircase of a really tall building that is kind of bank-like, kind of hotel-like.
I don't remember if it's at this point or earlier that I realize I'm wearing rollerblades. It makes going down the stairs kind of difficult (we decide getting out of the front doors of the building will get me to my car), but my Portuguese friend helps me. At one point, I think he grazes my boob, but it's an accident. So we've got about 3 or 4 more stories to go and suddenly there are people on just about every stair, either sitting or laying down. They're refugees from somewhere. I think they speak to us. They make it even harder to get down the stairs, but we make it.
Once we're outside of the building (rollerblades have disappeared), out of nowhere comes one of my new coworkers, Lauren, who starts talking to us and may or may not have been congratulating us. I think this conversation went on for longer, but I don't remember for sure.
She leaves, and the Portuguese man and I keep walking. For some reason, we're walking very close together, like with our sides pressed together, so I decide it would be more comfortable if I put my arm around his waist. I think at this point, he hits on me a little, but in a nice way, and I tell him I have a boyfriend. He stops it, and we keep walking.
We get to this waterfront-type area that kind of looks like Old Town's waterfront. Except, in Old Town, the opposite shore is a couple miles away, and here, it is only a couple hundred feet. You can easily see the other side. And when I look over, I can tell that right on the other side of the water is the street that my car is on.
The most vivid dream I've had since the one where my school was part Hogwarts, part its actual self, and ninjas were trying to get me, and my boyfriend drove to Oklahoma instead of helping me.