21 Dec 2019: entry 9

A dream from this morning, 21 Dec 2019, Saturday:

Late afternoon I was walking outside some hotel building, looking for restaurants, I think, but then I start to walk back inside the hotel, thinking I’d just pick a restaurant in there. I pass one inside by the hotel entrance, which was like a bridge with fountains around and water underneath. The place didn’t look too fancy, sort of like an Applebee or a TGIF with booths or nook-type tables, but it was called something like Lakeside restaurant. I remember thinking I didn’t pick this dining place first because it was expensive, but it didn’t look it. It wasn’t well lit and didn’t look very busy with people.

And then it seemed like I was inside the restaurant, except also not inside, but underground in the basement of the hotel, not quite the parking area, but maybe on the way there. The booths were closed and situated in the center of the basement. I’m not sure if they’re actually bathroom stalls. I walk around and around this center. There were people walking around, too, some coming out of the booths/stalls, but the place wasn’t crowded. I passed by an exit and decide to take it on my next pass around. I walk by a group of people, two black women and a black man. The man was saying something about how he’s 25 years old. He didn’t look it, I thought, but he wasn’t much older than 25, maybe like 32. One of the women couldn’t believe him, I think, but she seemed happy to find out they’re around the same age, or that he’s making himself younger to be closer to her age. The women seemed to be around 25 years old, maybe even younger. I tried to move away from the group so I wouldn’t hear their conversation. But I think I caught their attention and we started talking, I’m not sure. When we were outside the building it was night, the one woman that seemed interested in the black man realized he was gone. She ran ahead of us looking for him, calling out to him. The other woman stayed with me, looked at me and smiled. I realized the two women were probably twins.

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