I was in a situation where I was romantically involved with a girl that I know. We were walking to a concert.
me: "What is the significance of us making out in this dream."
her: "Really, it's just simple mind-reading. We're going to eventually, why not now?"
me: "Where is your boyfriend?"
her: "He's with a pretty cool girl right now, who I really like too. She works on marketing and distribution for Chips Ahoy."
Chips Ahoy is a brand of pre-packaged cookies.
By now she had morphed into someone else, and we were walking through a shopping mall.
her: "I see this long list of nears on your forehead."
me: "Wait, you mean N-E-A-R-S?"
her: "No, N-E-R-A-S."
me: "Can you explain what the heck those are?"
her: "I think we're going to have to introduce you to someone who can work that out."
Cursory research on the foreign word root "nera" suggests it relates to "impatience".
She led me through the crowded mall, which had noisy music playing. I thought the music was going to wake me up... to stay in the dream I started singing my own lyrics to it, it was an unfamiliar song.
We wound up in a dark room with a gathering of people kneeling in a circle, all wearing black jackets and leather gloves, surrounding a leader. I went to gather a jacket and a pair of gloves that was on the floor, which I somehow recognized as my own. One guy pointed at me and spoke in a stern tone.
him: "What are those, legs?!"
me: "Yes, I... I need to put on my jacket."
him: "Well the man doesn't like it."
The implication I took was that it was a problem that I was still standing, and needed to kneel in the circle around the leader.
Once I'd knelt in the circle, the girl who had accompanied me to the room made a declaration.
her: "Sheila's not coming back."
someone: "Why not?"
The leader pointed at me.
leader: "This man is the military. And one of the nicest people around. If he had to make a decision, then it was probably the right one."
I guess there was an accusation that I'd been responsible either directly or indirectly for Sheila's death.
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