Forgot to record my dream this morning. I swear it seem like this dream has been implanted into my mind. It bears no reflection to my life unless my dream has an overactive imagination.
There's an organization of some type reminds me of the FBI/CIA/police but they're a different organization. Some guy walked into the corporate office and wanted to drive the company's fancy car. It looked yellow and sleek with shiny rims. ( Mind you I know nothing about cars. This year I just found out a Lamborghini's door open up like a "bat-mobile" and saw one without giving a sh*t.) Anyway, the company refuse to let the guy drive the car. They let him drive a modest version of the yellow car.
I see myself driving on the highway with my friend Nancy. Then for some strange reason we're held in a room for questioning, and I got a sense a "car" was taken from us. The guy that was doing the questioning was a bit overweight his partner sat in a separate room connected to the room we're in. It seem it was his small office and he left the door open to listen in on the conversation. He seem like a nice laid back type of guy.
I remember the conversation turning to some senario like if my friend Nancy and I were partnered FBI agent. Then Nancy sitting on the couch beside me mentioned that I would seduce her (I'm the most unseductive person there is).
Anyway, before I woke up. I remember "hooking-up" with the nice guy in the separate room.
There's other element to the dream that I forgot like flying, seeing a little girl, and visiting other planet with humanoid like us.
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