Coworking, Beaded Bikini, Time Travel to Heal Childhood, and Escalator Guard
Living in a new city in a new apartment that was shared. It’s an apartment I’ve seen before in my dreams. The building setup. I lived with a flatmate. It had windows that looked into the area where people walk to get to their apartments, like an outside walkway, but then beyond that, I don’t know. I think there was a little alley and then more apartments, but it could have been more like nature or just the city, too. This apartment was pretty nice. But not super nice. It was wooden and like long, with lots of simple wood details. I don’t remember much about it.
Then my office was in a new place, too that was like an apartment with even more roommates but less personal space so you could stay either. I was in the room on the left but there was another room on the right. And I started to realize that I owned the entire apartment that was now a co-working space, and some girls had moved into the room with lots of windows that opened, so I had to go into that room and ask them to open the windows to let a breeze in. There we like two girls working in there and one girl hanging out. Then they were playing musicI didn’t like, but I wanted to the windows open.
Then one of the girls, she was going through my clothes that were hanging on a clothing rack near my office space and bed. She was asking me about all my clothes and they were all so cute to her. Like I had this bikini top that was strapless with lots of beads coming off of it in lines. I had two of them. I didn’t tell her that I’d been to clothing swaps lately, so I hardly even knew what most of my clothes were. But I realized DEFINITELY in the future these girls are going to want to borrow my clothes. Probably we’ll all borrow each others clothes, though I don’t like borrowing clothes too much cause I don’t want to make them dirty. And I knew I had a lot more clothes back at my other apartment. Since it was getting to be late at night, I decided to go back to the other apartment.
I was having breakfast with my family member and all of my immediate family was there, like my parents, when suddenly one person there said they wanted to go to the hospital for a least a week. And no one would tell me anymore, just to “think about about” and like I was the only one who didn’t know. But they were implying I should know why, and like it was a mental health hospital. So maybe they’d decided it the night before and no one told me?
Next, my daughter had a toy that was a stacking book with lots of books inside of it that were all wide and lots of things you could do inside of them. Like practice buttoning things or tying shoes. Matching. We played with that toy for a long time and then when she cleaned it up and it all stacked perfectly, I thought, wow! This is a great toy. I’m glad she brought it. It was almost as if we’d moved and she didn’t bring all of her toys. But, probably she’d moved with me into the new apartment.
I had to take a bus to travel between the apartment and the office and it was only one line I had to use between them, no transfers. That was lucky. But I’d gone the wrong way the first time on the bus, in the wrong direction. So that’s why I was overthinking it. I had a map APP on my phone which showed like your “last trip” and it showed how I’d gone the wrong way, but then got off and got on the opposite direction bus and then went the right way..
The bus had a part where you had to crawl under a metal bar to get to one area of lined chairs. Like it was a line of chairs and then a metal bar so you could crawl a bit easier and sit there at that row. No one was sitting there yet cause it was hard to get to. Then beyond that row of chairs, you could go up to a raised area and that was the last row of the bus, but both looked backwards towards the back so you could see out teh huge back wall/window and so I chose not to go to the very-very back since no one was in the back two rows anyway, so you could see plenty from the second-to last row. While I was crawling under the bar, someone (an Indian woman) asked me, you got it? And then I look and suddenly I realize that 4 of hte second-to last row seats were full. But then I still sat there, on the very right seat. Leaving two seats next to me available, then she was at the next one.
Next, there was a little kid there later, I didn’t know them. And we were on the lawn outside of a house. This kid was having flashbacks about how their childhood was so sad, especially when they were a baby, so they were asking themselves to go back in time and like time travel and take better care of the baby version of themselves. Tehy were out in the front yard and suddenly a plate shows dup of food and it was their older sisters and they wouldn’t share the food with the baby. They had gravy and mashed potatoes. And even though there was plenty of extra food the girl didnt think to share. Then the baby was sad but told its future self, be more kind to me even before this time, even when I’m younger. So then we time traveled as the baby got younger, then a fetus, and then an egg and sperm, and then even more the baby turned into like a black skeleton, almost into like a pre-life time. But then it went back to being super young, almost like we’d time travel too far into negative-time/negative-existance. And then settled on a time that made more sense.
Then at the mall there was a kid who was getting intro trouble almost going down the escalator but the security guard kept telling him no, standing in front of it. The kid keeps trying to fake him out and go down and the guy is like, “No! It’s not safe”. Then he had to explain how all this money would be due to them if he went down the escalator and fell and he gave him like paperwork with pictures and stuff, showing how much trouble it’d be if he misbehaved. SO finally, he understood. The whole time his sister was watching. And his parents had left to go do something. Originally asking the security guard to watch them and make sure he doesn’t go down.
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