This part of the dream seem blurry: Someone is asking me about art gallery exposition. It looks like I'm working in the art gallery. There are paintings going up for auction and some of them are mine. I can interpret this as my dream job.
The first section of the dream seem manipulate in my mind, if that makes sense, because scenario seemed so strange and foreign to me. I see men working on yard-work. They look like Caucasian men, and they were nailing metal plates to the ground of one of their friend's home. One of the friend remarked to the guy to hire someone to do all this dirty work because he felt the work is beneath them. The guy nailing the plate said it was always better to do things for "yourself". I sense myself there in the background and I get the feeling I'm married to the guy doing the metal plate bolting. I don't feel love this man at all. A thought enters my mind to go in the kitchen and give him a sandwich or drink. I started to turn my back to them and was standing on the fence ledge. My thought while I was standing on the fence was to fly away or enter another state. I heard German language and some mentioned a German name (which I can't remember it's Führer and a G anyway I don't know how to spell it.) I hopped off the fence ledge and started to fly. There was this dark vortex that wanted to drag me down but I enter another state of consciousness where all was light.
I don't see anything at this part of the dream all is white. I sense I'm lying down in a hospital bed but manage to come out of this light conscious state back. Yet now I'm sitting in a chair being interrogated by an invisible person. The room is a glassed room overlooking a red brick building that's surrounded by mountain. I'm taking about a school I came down on earth to establish, and it will be done, and i will be happy when it's done. In the dream, I felt overwhelming grief but it wasn't my emotion because I seem so disconnected to that emotion. I sense this grief and I'm crying. Then I woke up in real life.
My dream is like precognition to an event that tends to happen. Whoever is crying doesn't like the outcome.
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