I am at work and have been given an assignment to program something. I spent time programming. Once complete I feel good about my work. I know it is the best quality work I can produce and … it actually accomplishes the task.
I then woke up and went to the bathroom and came back to bed and had a second dream. This dream I understood to be an alternate version of a previous dream told with a clarifying narrative. I feel contradiction in terms or some oxymoron. I guess there is a moral to the story and the moral can be conveyed through various stories.
I am at a hotel / restaurant. Where I am meeting a group of people much like an MKP warrior weekend. I have to be checked in by the person who sponsored me to the event. I will be sharing a room with a few others each having there own private quarters within the room. I am here to do a job. There is a heliport on the rooftop and my job is to control the flights that come into the port. The helicopter must be secured because of the high winds in the area. I am the only person assigned the role of securing the helicopter and the only person with the skill to do the job. After the first night, I am ready to leave the hotel. I check out of the hotel surrendering my room key at the front desk. After doing so, I realize there are still flights coming in with no one to guide and secure them. I realize my purpose for being here is for far more than just one night. The need is great and I am needed to stay longer. I head back to the front desk to see if someone recognizes me from the previous night. I hope to explain my situation and see if I am allow back in the hotel. I ask the attendant if he remembers me to which he says, “Of course we remember you.” I proceed to explain my error in checking out prematurely explaining I am supposed to stay longer. He then says, “Of course we know you are supposed to stay longer.” He tells me my reservation is permanent residence and is here whenever I need it. He explains, “You use it all the time.” I have one of the highest jobs here and I am the only person qualified to do the job therefore the room is always reserved for me. He hands me the key along with an envelope. The envelope triggers me to become lucid for just a moment. I know I must read and take back the the information contained in the envelop. Now lucid I pause to open the envelope. Inside is a bank statement describing a transfer of funds. It details the balance on the mortgage which has been paid by Joe. It is in the amount of $100,000 dollars which is also the balance owned on the mortgage. I am happy to know I can live out the remaining years of my life without having to worry about a mortgage payment. I have a reservation on whether to accept it or to question the amount. It is far more than what I had asked in terms of damages and far more than what he had offered to pay originally. I feel I can only accept it if he has given it in good faith yet I also don’t want to say anything for fear he may renege on the amount.