Dream #1
I walked down into an underground passage like a walkway that might lead to or between subway platforms. A kind of mean, upper-middle-class woman with pale skin and white hair was pushing a kid in a stroller and had a little girl walking beside her.
The woman did something mean to me as we got down into the passageway. The woman ignored me, but I could tell she was really anticipating, even hoping, that I would call her on the mean thing she'd done to me and make a scene. I knew if I got mad I'd just be playing into the woman's hands. But I was too mad to control myself. I turned to the woman and yelled something mean and nasty. But then I also made some weird, obscene comment about the bank Societe General.
The woman continued ignoring me. She turned off to an exit to the right that went back up to street level. But her daughter, who wore a pink coat, ran ahead, up the steps and through the passageway. I stopped and turned, yelling to the woman, "You act like you care so much! Well, you just let your little girl get lost from you!"
I now turned and shouted after the girl, "Ma'am? Your mommy went this way. Come back this way." The little girl ran back toward me. I stood halfway up the steps. The girl ran down to the foot of the steps. Her mother may have been coming back.
I turned back around and headed in the direction the little girl had been heading in before I'd called her back. At some point I reached two stairwells, one on my left, the other more or less infront of me. They both headed back up to ground level.
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