I am in a large bedroom with a bed that is in the far corner and is low to the ground. This place is full of stuff but at the same time spacious and not too cluttered.
Someone that reminds me of my brother is there, but is not exactly my brother. I just have the idea of "brother".
I am working on a project. This "brother" is worried for me, on how well I'll do. Giving me all this advice and stuff. I just want him to shut the hell up, enough! I don't say that, I am calm. I endure his talking and just do my own thing. I feel I have done enough for this project to be ready for it.
I lounge in bed now, and I have this one odd card to look at in preparation for tomorrow. It is like the size of one of the larger index cards and it is black background with small white letters almost like a negative or copy paper. I look at it as I am going to sleep.
I wake up to an Ice-T song. I am but briefly in the apartment getting up, getting ready to go, taking my time, my brother is rushing me all a twitter! I am not being lazy, just calm.
Next thing I know we are at a kind of intersection. But it is more like a field. I mean, we have a choice of how to proceed and we are in a car in a flat area with short grass I am not sure of the details here. In front of us is a place like a line of ticket booths. White with windows.
We are discussing which route to take. If we take the regular route, we could be late. There could be traffic or a wreck or something. If we instead take the ticketed route (like a toll route? a bus, a train, what? I don't know) we will be guaranteed to get there in plenty of time.
BUT if we take the ticketed route we might get caught! For some reason it's dangerous for us. Are we fugitives? I never know why my brother is nervous about this way. I still am not, but his worry does make me worry a little.
So, I decide to take the ticket route.
I go up to the counter. There is a space just over a foot long and palm high in the glass that is open bordered in silver and rounded on the sides flat on top. it rounds up to the flat top gradually. I'd say three pairs of regular size hands could fit side by side here. There is a female on the other side, dark hair white, but otherwise vague and mute.
My brother is especially worried about me making crumbs on the counter there. I shrug it off. The crumbs are from a dessert. Like a long rice crispy square. The lady doesn't seem to care.
I get the ticket and go back to my car.
I think my brother is gone. The last time he is clear is what I said last.
At some point a young white blonde gorgeous woman has appeared as well.
That is all I can recall.
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Analysis: I think this may be telling me to let my worry side jabber on, but ignore it. Everything is going to be OK, and things are shaping up for something soon in it's own time. I am prepared enough, but a little bit of a review wouldn't hurt but nothing big.
I don't have to really worry about any threats. Just weather them and it will be OK.
Soon I will be on a fast track and guaranteed to get where i am going in plenty of time.
This may also mean "focus energy". I just thought of that on my drive home from work.
As to the blonde ... not sure. If it is my guardian angel, it is further saying that I'm doing just fine. Since I made it through all the other stuff, THEN she appears as like a nod. I forget if she was in the car. If she was in my car, that means she is saying she is along for the ride. All I remember is her smiling, I don't recall a single word or other expression.
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