I was in a building where I wasn’t sure if I worked, but there were a lot of doors and a lot of people. I was wearing a huge dress, and there was an abundance of beef patties and coco bread. The building had many open doors, though many were locked, and it seemed like there were a lot of people on the floor.
I was driving home on a hilly street that I always took the road would be like a rollercoaster (up and down). I could always see cars in my rearview mirror speeding and plowing through they had no intention of slowing down and stopping, so once you saw them you had to stop your car so they would go around you, you couldn’t even try to get out of their way you just had to freeze. Kind of like when the ambulance has their sirens on and everyone pulls over. There was a small property where I used to park my car on their grassy lawn. One day, the owners, a Black and white couple, saw me and said it was okay. I told them I’d be parking there every Tuesday. Eventually, they invited me inside, and I mentioned that I wanted to park my tiny home there.
It was evening, and I was at home preparing for my friend Natasha’s birthday. I was getting ready at the last minute to organize something special for her since she always made my birthdays memorable. I planned to host a surprise party with balloons, but once I got in my car, things became blurry.
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