I had a dream where again I am at my old job and I realize where my desk is. I have configured some communications equipment and I am showing someone how to establish the same communication. I can see the offices and the walls between the offices. I remember there used to be a bathroom between the wall but I can’t see it now from this vantage point. I then suddenly find myself in the men’s stall between the walls.
At this point I have a false awakening believing I was somewhere in a men’s room stall. Having to pee I proceed to pee in the bowl. I then recognize that the water line is unusually high. As I pee into the bowl I wonder if my urine will cause the bowl to over flow. The bowl then starts to overflow. I’m worried that it will affect those others who may possibly be in the rest room with me. No one wants to step in urine. As I exit the stall i see someone passing me to leave the restroom. I ask him if there was a problem to which he says no, no problem. I then look at the time and recall
I leave out and find myself at a store front similar to the old shops on Alvarado Ave in Downtown Los Angeles. The shops have display windows as outside before you enter. The store sells musical instruments. I can see a beautiful violin in the window. I notice the deep honey yellow color similar to the color of the urine in the bathroom and also similar to a previous dream. For a moment something feels out of place. I notice the time and remember the days when I used to arrive at work at 10 am. Now I know I start work at 8:30 am. I wonder where the day’s have gone since I seem to have less time during the day than what I used to have starting my day later in the day.
I then walk into the music store and see some unusual bubbles being blown. I believe these bubbles are used to make alien space crafts. They are showing me how the ships take form.
elderly man who is flying in the air so i know he shouldn’t be able to fly in the air the way is doing it. I immediately take advantage of having seen something that doesn’t square with my reality and walk over to the old man. As I’m walking over I can see there is a concert that is letting out. I see my Aunt Lupe walking toward me but she doesn’t notice me. I look at her and the old man and say why ain’t you looking at me. I want them to know I am really there. I demand to be seen.