Dream #1
I was in a museum all by myself. The museum was empty. It might actually have been closed. I got to a room that connected a few corridor-like rooms.
A tall, thin, pretty girl (possibly KH, a model friend of mine) walked into the room. She told me something about how we weren't supposed to be in the museum, and how we should get out before the police came for us. I agreed. I walked into another room, telling the girl that we should meet soon to get out of here.
I now stood in a smallish room, seeing kind of out of focus, looking at a red wall and the bottom edge of a gilt wood frame carved to look like oak (?) leafs. I was afraid that cops -- very much like the cops of campy, 1960s British stereotype: tall, with thin uniforms and narrow, tall, domed helmets with chin-straps -- were coming for me, and that they'd taunt me and keep me away from the girl, just to torture me.
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