There was a huge gala I was trying to get to. There were lights, as if I were in an amusement park. I made a comment about ‘conquering’
and that the least ‘they’ could do was turn the lights off.
I followed some people to a place where there were steps, very steep, going down. But each person going down the steps sat down first, because they were so steep and probably dangerous. When it came my turn, I felt surefooted enough to walk down. The steps were concrete, painted dark blue. There might have been four or five of them. Then they turned to the right, into a wide downward passage (a ramp?), also painted dark blue. Again I remained standing. That part was covered, as if the steps led to a tunnel or slide.
I was in a large building, which I recognized because of the steps in the lobby. Three steps made of clear wood (pine) leading to? I remembered working for Bell Canada in that building. There were several ballrooms, all busy, and I wondered how I could find the function I was going to. I heard people talking behind a door, opened it, and saw an employee about to go up some stairs. I asked where Main Ballroom A was. She pointed to indicate the direction.
In a corridor, my eyes were blind. It seemed I could not open them.
Some men who were leaving decided to accompany me back. As I was being led by one hand, my other hand was feeling along the wall and a wooden ramp running along its length, then they said I was there.
My eyes opened. I mentioned being blind during the whole walk in the corridor, but they said nothing and turned back to leave. Two of them were men from work, now retired. I did not recognize the third man, who had white hair.
Inside the ballroom, I walked past people being served huge amounts of food. I saw plates filled with cold cuts, potato salad and other salads, and the guests were commenting on how good the food
was. The tables were all full and there was no place for a late arrival to sit. I saw a woman from work who is also retired. Her hair was dyed a lighter shade of blonde and it was cut very short. I have never seen her hair cut short.
I then decided to sit alone, as I seemed to find no table where I could sit and join people. I saw an employee, a man, who proceeded to put away the one table I was going to sit at. I kept looking and I noticed a table for two, and I went toward it. It was different than the table for one, its top was made of glass, but it, too, was put aside before I reached it. Then I saw a table for one, as a woman employee was picking it up and putting it away. I tried to stop her. I kept repeat-ing, “Excuse me, excuse me.” She got very annoyed at me and when she asked what I wanted, it seemed futile. She had put away the table; way, way up.
I walked away again and saw another late arrival, a tall slim woman, her hair dark blond. She too was looking for a place to sit. I told her I knew where there was a place for two and the dream ended as I turned to go back to the glass table that was set apart and seated two people.
Another dream I had in the early evening, when I went to bed at seven because I was so tired and still felt quite sick: I dreamt Hell was sitting on the far left end of the couch, reading something from his briefcase, which was on the floor. My son sat at the far right end.
I was standing by the computer.