Not sure if it was a continuation of the prior dream, “DeVito’s Stallion” but suddenly I was inside of a room which had been totally converted, elaborately decorated and organized in a custom way for something of a production that Sacha Baron Cohen was putting on.  I recall sort of floating in and around the space, which was like a cross between a banquet hall, a locker-room, and a museum.  It was quite nicely finished. The carpet was a dark red color, there were several wooden panels in sections that extended from floor to ceiling, with nice colorful artwork on the walls between the panels in recessed sections. Underneath the pictures was some text, which I tried to read but can’t recall any specifics.  Then I was invited to go speak to a guy for something like a job interview. We went over and sat down, at first just the two of us.  I made sure to make good eye contact, then I noticed this guy had unusually wide-set eyes. The rest of his appearance seemed quite ordinary, somewhat of a darker complexion, perhaps North African, but he had a bald head so I couldn’t tell by his hair texture whether it might have been kinky or smooth for further clues on his place of origin.  I thought the width of his eyes was unusual; it made me wonder, ‘Was he an alien, or was this maybe a sign of super-intelligence?’ But then I just focused more on what he was saying. So, as he spoke I could tell English wasn’t his first language, and he was struggling a bit to convey his message.  I tried to reflect back to him what I believe he was saying, which to me was describing the idea of a template, something like a series or sequence of steps that were more universal in application. 

Then suddenly there were some other somewhat older gentlemen at the table with us, and they spoke together as the wide-set eyed brown guy fished for the right word to say, since he didn’t know the word ‘template’.  So I asked “Können Sie Deutsch sprechen?” (translation: Can you speak German?) and he immediately felt relieved because he was more comfortable. So, then I was fishing for the German word for template, which I couldn’t recall on the spot. Then I saw a girl about ten yards away standing by the window, wearing a diaphanous skirt, facing away from us, so I could see how delightful her figure was, by the outline made around her hips/butt/legs as the light passed through around her body — it just caught my eye and made me take note.  Suddenly she was at the table and I recognized her as being a peer, like in the same school program as me, so I just made a quick mental update for my ‘file’ on her. Whereas before I just thought of her academically, just like another student. But now seeing how fit she was, her coloring, which was nice caramel brown, mmm!  So then the focus turned back to the conversation about the ‘template’ thing, but then Klopp had suddenly showed up, and stood at the end of the table.  His presence indicated the interview was over.  We hadn’t settled the conversation totally, but I got the sense that I had done well so far as the interview was concerned. It was brief, but that’s OK, since it was more about how we got along and how I responded rather than about the topic in and of itself.

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