October 17, 2018
In last night’s dream I am with a group of people. We are enjoying some casual social fun yet working in some capacity. It is work that is casually fun and social. A man and woman come up to the podium where I am stationed and discretely offer me a sandwich bag with squarely folded money. Along with the money are shavings of white chocolate. They also offer me a transparent box with an assortment of deserts, danishes and ice cream. The man and wife identify themselves as old friends. I take a contemplative second look at them and immediately recognize them. The man says the sandwich bag is for my personal consumption. He instructs me to offer the box of deserts to my coworkers.
Inside the box is an ice cream cone with a caramel top nuts. The cone is beginning to melt so I take it for myself and offer the remaining items to those around me. I am very happy to see the man and wife. They follow me as we walk around. We are in Los Angeles. We reminisce as we walk past the areas where we used to live. We arrive at an apartment building with an exterior flight of stairs. As we walk up the stairs the the woman sees a billboard in the distance and remarks to herself as if speaking to the billboard. The billboard is a picture of my mom and dad. The man says to the woman, “Would you stop talking to the billboard, we are here.“