Place withheld · 2015-08-09 · from the DREAMVIEWS archive
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My first dream in a while that I can actually recall. Nothing about it makes sense because none of what was said relates to my current situation in any way. I was talking to someone,but they were standing behind me so I could not see who. My phone went off. I went to check it. I had gotten a message. I saw some words scroll across the top of the screen,but missed most of what was said. So I opened the message to read it for myself. It was a picture message. The picture was of me and three blonde women in,I would guess,their 30s and early 40s. They seemed identical in the fact that they all had the same long,straight,dyed blonde hairstyle. We were in some kind of office. They were all dressed very professionally whereas I was dressed more casual. I had this feeling that maybe they were nurses. I was seated,one of the nurses stood to my right and the other two stood behind me. There was something written under the picture. This was the message I had seen part of earlier. It said,"Sorry,but I cannot marry you. But it is fun to think about sometimes," I remarked to the unseen person with me that something about the picture did not seem right. Out of the corner of my eye,this young woman,average height,with short brown hair walked up next to me and examined the picture. She pointed to the back wall which was painted light blue. "Like this,you mean?" she asked. She rubbed her finger over the picture. "This should be more pinkish,right?" The wall in the picture changed to a pink color. I said yeah,but was not sure that was the problem with the picture.
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