I was upstairs in a house, in a room like a home office.  I noticed some half-open box of folders and papers, which I didn’t go into because I knew it was just stuff for my mom.  I thought to just be helpful I would bring it downstairs to her.  So I gathered it up, went downstairs, then some blond, plastic-surgery-looking 50-something blond woman, wearing nothing but a towel, as if she just got out of the shower, ‘caught’ me momentarily.  I supposed the stuff was for her?  She invited me to come into her room with it, but she went in and shut the door behind her, leaving me standing in the hallway outside.  I was wondering if she might have planned to invite me in for some sexy stuff, being half-naked in the hallway, etc, but nothing more came of that.

There was more activity in the hallway going on.  It seemed somewhat like a college dorm in terms of people moving through and about.  I remember seeing a very young looking Mohammad Salah.  I wanted to say something nice and encouraging to him, like “Dude, you’re going to be a multi-millionaire!!” — as a way to perhaps demonstrate that I knew something of the potential he would realize, in terms of his football development path.  But then I hesitated, thinking that he may have already had millions just from family wealth– I didn’t know for sure exactly what his money situation was like in that moment.  I presumed that if it were true that he didn’t care as much about the money from football, then my compliment might be misconstrued or less meaningful to him.

As I pondered that for a moment, the scene changed again, and suddenly a really tall black lady was standing next to me.  She opened the conversation by asking me if I had some diagnosable type of condition with my attention.  She mentioned some three-letter intialism that I didn’t recognize.  I tried to figure out what it was– Attention…Something…Condition… then I said something like Who gives a shit about these labels?  Her idea was that she was totally scattered, and my ‘condition’ was in extreme contrast to hers, as I was often deeply focused, so she was essentially proposing that I channel that focus on to her, suggesting we might make a good match.  I kind of did a mental eye-roll, thinking You’ve got to be f-ing kidding me, but I just politely declined.

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