Dream #1
I was at a party in a living room that was dim, as if its only light came from some other room, possibly a kitchen. The living room was large and full of people. I may have been kneeling before a couch.
In the distance to my right a man sat on another couch. The man looked like he was in his forties. He was tall and strong with slightly shaggy, grey hair. The man started shouting all kinds of things at me, like he was trying to get me to fight him. I ignored him. I figured he was just a jerk. I may have stood up and walked away.
A little later I was "back at the party." A group of people were all around me, bragging about how they, too, had treated the man like garbage. One person in particular, my co-worker AL, was before me, telling me how she had gone straight up to the man and stomped on his feet.
I thought how unfair this was to the man -- it must really have hurt him. But now I saw that AL wasn't wearing shoes. She was only wearing red and white striped socks.
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