The first thing I remember is being in an older woman’s house who was incredibly wealthy. I’m not sure if she said it immediately or in a later conversation, but she said something about something she did with $395 million. So I remember going up some stairs to the second level, and then I remember taking some vase or something she had placed specifically to use as a step-stool so she could get up to the 2nd level area, and I debated internally about whether she would be able to get up without it, so I decided better to just put it back into its original position for her convenience. Then I remember very little in the subsequent middle period of the dream, so far as the plot elements.
Suddenly there was a friend or daughter or relative of this elderly lady, who was really kooky and strange, wore mostly black, had her blond hair pulled back tightly, wore lots of make up — I’d guess like a washed-up New York socialite, lived the high-life forever, had strange ideas, full of ego. I was there to help with a project of some kind, to be helpful, so there was a contrast between myself and this lady. There were some words exchanged, just in casual discussion among us and others there, and it just became clear that this weird blond lady was just a bit too ‘out there’ and not in a good way, since she was lacking compassion and didn’t seem well-grounded, it was off-putting, and not just to me, but others too. One thing that was of note was that when I walked by her I saw her skin up close and it looked pretty good, so that was a bit of a moment where I wasn’t sure how old she was. I had assumed more like 50’s, but the skin looked more like 30’s.
So then it seemed like things were wrapping up with the extent of the project. There were a couple other ladies there who I believe may have been helping with the project as well, and they seemed more normal, in a healthy way. One of them was pretty and she asked me a confusingly-worded question about whether I’d like to hang out sometime. I forgave her for the awkward wording, figuring it was just nerves getting to her for thinking of it as a bit forward to consider it as an invitation for a ‘date’ since we hadn’t had much personal interaction up until then, but obviously there had to be something there beyond pure casual interest. So I was like, yes of course.
Then I went upstairs to get some stuff I’d either had with me, or had somehow accumulated there; it was just some clothing. As I got up to the upper level, I saw Brett Stewart sitting on a couch with his shirt off. I think mine was off too maybe. I think he had perhaps moved into that upper level as it was like a living area that the wealthy rented out, and he was just getting settled perhaps. I just was trying to quickly grab a few shirts that were in a stack laying off to the side. I put one on quickly, but then realized it wasn’t appropriate for this occasion; it was black and had a silvery geometric pattern on it which I thought looked really cool, but it was better suited for a night-club. So I took it off, put on another, which was like a light blue argyle pattern, but again the feeling was a bit too dressy. I began unbuttoning that one, and just seemed to struggle with the buttons as there was just a moment where I thought it was completely undone, but then found another one or two still buttoned, so it just amounted to the feeling like this decision process was taking a bit too long. So then I grabbed a familiar green & blue tight plaid pattern shirt that was just the right amount of dressed-up-ness.
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