Dream #1
I was in a car in a parking lot at night. The car may have had a dirty windshield. I was also taking a test, which may have "produced" the imagery I was experiencing, or which I may have been going over in my head while driving in the parking lot.
I may have done very well on the previous questions. The current question may have been the last question. I was worried whether I would do well. The question was something about a man who had killed a woman, possibly by poisoning her. The man was known as dangerous.
As the situation was being explained I drove up before the left side of a parked car. The car was black, styled like an old hearse (?) or Rolls Royce.
The question was now asked: "What would you do" (implying "in a professional position") "if you knew this information?" A list of choices may have been stated.
As the choices were being stated, I saw the speedometer of the black car, as if I were looking at it from a hunched or low position just to the right of the driver's seat -- which may have been the middle seat. I saw the "70" very clearly.
I chose the option of letting things be as they are and not telling anybody anything. In this way I would avoid all possible violence. The test answered that I had made the right choice.
I was now trying to drive out of the parking lot. I either couldn't find a way out of the parking lot or I was afraid to use all the exits I saw because I was afraid there were cops waiting for me at all the exits, ready to arrest me on any possible excuse they could give.
Dream #2
I was in a room like a classroom laboratory. A few wide, rectangular tables filled the room. A partition of tall bookshelves stood just a few feet before the doorway to the hallway. There might also have been a doorway to another classroom to my left as I sat facing the hallway doorway. The atmosphere was very nice and relaxed. The only light in the room was gentle, goldish-yellowish light coming from the windows, which may have been behind me. The whole feeling was very warm.
I sat with a few people from the institutional sales department and my boss BS. It was like a meeting we had just had was slowly breaking up. A salesperson (who actually looked like an assistant, AP) knelt down to talk to BS about a strategy idea BS had hinted at.
The salesperson discussed (in a voice so vivid I could feel it in my ears) how certain asset classes were becoming less attractive while others were becoming more attractive. In particular the man mentioned municipal bonds. He was giving numbers like three hundred or four hundred, which I can no longer remember.
Dream #3
I was walking through a high school hallway. I was there as part of a New York Cares project. The hallway was very busy. I didn't want to be mistaken for a student.
I knew what room number (256?) I needed to get to, but I couldn't find it. I may have walked through a number of hallways or classrooms as classes were getting settled in. I walked through a large area like a cafeteria that was full of kids and activity. There seemed to be bookshelves standing up at random intervals.
I looked at my watch. I seemed to be ten minutes early to my event. I thought I would have plenty of time, although I also felt like I was already late.
A female teacher, tall, young, and beautiful, asked me where I was trying to go. I may have showed her my New York Cares directions. The teacher pointed me to a doorway to another hallway.
I walked into the hallway. I was all alone. The setup was more like for an elementary school, with small bookshelves everywhere.
I came to an area of the hallway with a few doorways. The doorways were almost all cluttered together. The doorways seemed to open directly to classrooms. But I could tell just by looking into them that at least some of them only led into even more confusing hallways. Nevertheless, I thought room 256 was definitely reached through one of those doorways.
Dream #4
I was at work. The office was bright white and full of people and activity. All of the cubicles may have been scattered over with piles and piles of paper. People were all rushing, as if they were quickly getting all their things prepared for a move from one building to another.
I sat in my cubicle, listening over the phone to my co-worker and teammate DE talking to one of our clients about a stock. At some point, the client started criticizing DE's argument, showing that DE's outlook was too positive. The client started asking DE very specific questions, which DE couldn't answer.
Finally the client asked a very difficult question. But DE didn't answer at all. It was like he wasn't there. Suddenly even the client seemed to fade out.
I stood up to see what was going on. I looked to my left. DE's cubicle was a few down from mine, maybe thirty feet away. Through all the rushing of people I saw a group of three shortish, oldish men who looked like movers escorting DE out of his cubicle.
I may have hard someone explain that DE had been talking about things he shouldn't have been talking about in a period of time when we were expressly prohibited from contacting clients at all. I hoped the people would also be taking my boss BS away.
I was walking toward DE's cubicle. I saw BS' office. There were also a large group of people like movers in BS' office. I thought, Finally he's gotten in trouble for doing things he wasn't supposed to do.
I walked back to my desk. I thought, But I was listening in on the whole thing. Doesn't that mean I'll get in trouble, too? I tried to convince myself I wouldn't get in trouble. But I couldn't.
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