I am all dressed up and heading to some sort of public gathering. I am so many layers of clothes at when I look at myself in the mirror I'm unsure which one to pull to straighten my tie and various other pieces of my. I'm disoriented and have been dreaming for some time. I find my way into a large public hall. Likely a government building.
I am in a large hole is obviously set up for some sort of celebration. I have a seat but somehow I find my way sitting immediately adjacent to the speaker. I don't know who he is but he's obviously very prominent very intelligent. however at this moment he's randomly on in a way that people can barely understand or hear. He seems dazed and confused. I look into his eyes and I can see his eyeball like it's as big as a beach ball and is a very interesting multicolored eye but he's got all sorts of issues on the surface of his eye. I tap his shoulder gently and tell him to speak louder. he then starts talking to me directly ignoring the room and goes on some ramble about how. I don't know I don't remember. I got him redirected to the room and he starts with an analogy about how it's like in New Orleans where they ran a chalice from the top of one mountain peak down and then up to the other. I think there was another word other than chalice on the oh look it up.
I can't remember where I parked my car, how I got here, but I have the vague feeling that I'm supposed to be meeting somebody but I don't know who or where. As I'm walking down the hall I see Cindy and passing she's Ruth a group of women sitting down. She has an incredible smile on her face and is obviously stoned.
Later I encountered her again oh, this time standing up with the same group. They may be a singing group. Our eyes meet and we talked briefly. She seems very happy to see me and we hug but she has an immediate need to go to the restroom. I followed her there with a smile on her face she disappears into a very small one person restroom it's all marble and fabulous wood. As she bends to close the door and sit down in the restroom I see her bosom and imagine being intimate. I wait thinking there may be an opportunity to meet with her in the tiny room.
While I am sitting next to the speaker there is a young woman who comes in very elaborately dressed with bells hanging off her hat and off her dress. As she moves around the bells are ringing so loudly that they stepped on the ability to hear the speaker. I get up and go talk to the young woman. I tell her her bells are interrupting the talk and she looks at me incredulously. I immediately notice that a long string of children in a procession are parading past the speaker in some pre-planned event that was obviously not coordinated well with the speaker speech.
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