August 24, 2018
In last night’s dream I find myself in the Hall of Records. This place is where people come to learn about events. It’s a happy place much like an amusement part. People are eating, socializing and celebrating. People take joy in knowing truth. I’m a bit intimidated because there is so much here and I know I may stumble on information that is privileged or under seal. I initially walk through just to take note of what all is available for review. There are various rooms with different themes. You can learn a lot just by being aware of the items and the names of the articles. Once at the end I ask if I can return for a closer look at some of the items I found of particular interest to me. I would really like to sit in silence and take in the information. Too learn more about the generations who came before me.
People are now gathering with me. Although they didn’t come with me I feel they are here to surreptitiously know more about me. There is also a sense of celebration. They seem to not be forthcoming with information but instead wanting me to discover my truth. My confidence increasing and my shyness diminishing. I feel welcome to gather here with them. I don’t want to leave.
I notice a wet spot on the floor. Oh no Butters pee’d. I instantly wake up needing to pee. Happy to Butters didn’t actually pee. I rush to the bathroom to do my business and returned to bed.