Bri and I rode the elevator to the top of a high rise building, maybe something like a hundred floors. We both felt a lot of vertigo. A lot. Even without looking over the edge through the windows. We mostly stayed in the elevator, and felt it from the knowledge of being high, without seeing it. We were both working up to looking but never did it before the dream ended. The top floor had a pool and restaurant with a glass ceiling and two levels. The ceiling was all glass and a couple stories above us. It was basically supposed to be on the inside of the cash-register looking building in Denver. Bri kept acting strange, like a child. Very fidgety, laying on the ground, moving funny in seats, wearing casual clothes in the business setting of the rest of the building, other than the top floor. I was embarrassed because all the business folks were really irritated with it.
The two of us also went to Tom's new house. It was supposed to be painted blue before, but I found it was sanded down to be painted. He let us follow him, but we took separate cars, and he didn't smile, just looked really irritated, and like he was putting up with me in order to do his social duty of being polite and respectful to all people. Bri took the lawnmower over to the grumpiest neighbor's house and left it in their driveway, and I had to go get it. But I couldn't yell at her, or Tom would disapprove, because he is very patient with people and prefers I be that way too.
It was all kind of a bunch of nonsense in the dream. I guess it was more a dream of feelings. Feeling vertigo, embarrassment, irritation, rejection, obligation, disapproval.
However. Again. The city in the dream, while cities used to be grey and ugly and give me dull colorless dreams, again in this dream it was beautiful. I guess I had to become familiar with it. Now that I have, my mind is sprucing it up as much as it always has done natural settings. It's nice, because it helps me see the city as being a little brighter once I wake up.
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