Before I Knew

October 22, 2021 Dreamtime

I am working for a big non-profit organization, and we are ostensibly raising funds for a worthy cause. A former SVP of mine is one of the bigwigs… just as clueless and inept as in real life, IMO. (I'm the real life me, but younger in my late 40's.)

We are in a meeting in this huge, beautiful boardroom with floor to ceiling glass windows and amazing view of the city. The energy in the room is like static electricity... very uneasy and disturbing. Then it's time to go to another meeting at the client’s location. We are going to the “Park” not far from our offices, but I don’t know where it is. Some women who I never met before (assume they are consultants) are walking out of this first meeting the same time I am. They are talking about driving to the Park and I ask to tag along. 

It is a short drive through exquisite other-worldly architecture, then suddenly we are walking along the street on what I think is the edge of a traditional park. I go straight ahead, thinking we’re going to the outdoor park; the others quickly walk off to the right and I get separated from them. Now I don’t know where I am or where I’m going. I meander to my right, thinking I’ll find the other group. Instead, I come upon a handy man who’s working on an old rundown, moss-covered shack… very out of place compared to the other buildings. I ask if he can point me in the right direction.

When he turns around to face me, he’s alien with soft grayish-green reptilian features (head, neck, and hands). His body is mostly covered by work overalls and a plaid flannel shirt.

His eyes are weird, but he doesn’t look straight at me so I can’t see too much. He tells me not to trust that bunch of people I was with because they are really bad news, and I need to keep myself safe. He motions toward a large building. I thank him and start on my way. (This encounter should have shaken me, but it didn’t. I was startled when I first saw his features, but not frightened.)

Next, I’m walking through a cavernous monstrosity of a building, like an ancient Egyptian museum. The ceilings are 40-50 ft. high, supported by large archways. The walls, arches, and ceilings are covered in a material I'm not familiar with like sheets of carved bronze or aged copper. The lighting is low so I don’t pay much attention. The grand hall displays massive sculptures of ancient animals, strange beings, and chimeras. A giant warrior, maybe Sumerian or off-planet, places his stone gaze on a 20’ high granite elephant covered in tapestries, robes, tassels, and jewels. For a moment, I stand in total awe of this grandiose display.

Next, I’m in a dressing room with my handler who has just outfitted me in the tightest, tightest, most uncomfortable little black dress. It’s so tight I feel like I am literally suffocating. It’s shiny and shimmery and I’m in the shoes, jewelry, makeup, hair – the whole nine – as if going to a black tie, but with a bunch of sleaze bags. I’m now a hooker for this non-profit agency!?! 

I don’t remember getting into this “costume” and when I look in the mirror, she has transformed me into a much younger light-skinned black girl… maybe early 30’s. My skin is really smooth and beautiful. She's giving me instructions on how to conduct myself in this new role, required as part of my day job. Either I'm not paying attention, thinking this is all bullshit and I'm not going to participate, or I just don’t remember the dream details.

I do remember her saying the “Organization” will supply my wardrobe, but they will take $49.99 out of each check since I'll be keeping the clothes. WHAT?!?  You’re making millions and billions on deals that you want me to help you secure, and then charging me for hooker clothes? She continues to sell me on all the benefits and perks that come with this great opportunity.

Now I’m at the “meeting” which includes speakers and stage presentations on one side, surrounded by multiple open bars, over-the-top buffets, ornate stuffed chairs with gold-gilding arranged in seating areas throughout several ballrooms. The feel is French Renaissance décor and architecture.

The place is packed with people. I’m walking through the crowd and just observing… trying to get my bearings. I can’t possibly eat or drink anything in this ridiculous dress. I can barely inhale or exhale as it is. However, people (both men and women) keep trying to feed me drinks. I have the instinctual knowing that the drinks are spiked with something potent and not to even take a sip… a decision that doesn't make me very popular with my handler or my managers.

As the party continues and people start getting ripped, they are also getting amorous. Some do their thing out in the open, but most wander off to side rooms. I stand at the bar for a while, but no one pushes themselves on me… either there are plenty of other options available, or they realize I am the nervous new girl.

Next, I’m outside in the park area and the scene is something like a celebrity photo-shoot-red-carpet event. I recognize many of the same people from the party, but don’t recognize them as celebrities, even though the press is going gah-gah over them. I see lots of young kids mixed in with the adults and it’s obvious they were also at the party (dressed very inappropriately), for those guests who knew where to find them.

A sweet, pretty, young black girl (maybe 8-9 years old) walks over and stands next to me. There's no verbal conversation, but we smile and take each other’s hand. We both knew I was to be her protector and take care of her (or maybe she was mine). She is going home to live with me, but pretty sure she doesn't realize I'm really an old, white granny… haha… or maybe she knows.  

Now my attention goes to the photoshoot platform where this guy in a crazy outrageous suit (big orange and white checkerboard jacket) is posing with fans. He’s a light-skin black guy with thick unruly light red hair. Everyone is calling, “Joe… Joe!” Thinking he resembles 'my Joe,' I call to him, but he doesn’t recognize me. Of course, he’s not the same person he once was, and neither am I.

My new companion and I walk away from the crowd.

Wolves in sheep clothing? A good sheep clothed as a wolf?

How in the world will I get out of this dress?

I’ll have to cut it off, then go look for a new job.