In my dream I see a chart with four pairs of letters and some letters like every versions of s and z look like a type of dragon cursive version and I’m saying oh they’re just in the back.

In my dreams I sit up out of a chair after being in a long line and start zipping my book bag. I have several, 3 catalogs inside from my business credit; uline, quill, and a third red one that the ladies at the front of the line gave to me, and I begin to walk towards the back of the room. As I do an asian gentlemen is writing on the chalkboard that he owns 20 properties. Then I erase that off the chalkboard and write on there what is his criteria? And it looks like him and his partner don’t understand it because they just write 308% on the whiteboard which doesn’t tell me what they are looking for when they buy these properties. I end up getting frustrated, shoulder my bag and head out.

I’m walking out of a skyscraper and see through the glass a white woman jogging. Then I go out the door past security and notice that I forgot something so I turn around and head back to the building. As I get back at the door security is giving me a tough time trying to enter. And I pull out my ID card- it’s looks like a cac. I have two of them one a white female, the other a black male, neither with my name or face on them which, I don’t alarm the guard but, inwardly confuses me. Since I have my ID card they work on trying to let me back in.

In my dream I’m in an office and in this office I can see the skyline yet I’m in this office alone eating and can look through the glass at others and see them also in the office eating. As I walk out of the office to get food I go By the front desk and Jackson is there, he looks like he joined the Navy, he’s bigger and stronger than I remember. There is also a line at the front desk heading out the door which I excuse myself to the front of. Then head back into the room and sit by myself, and the scene has switched this time however due to a white man now sitting in one of the smaller desks in the room. He doesn’t speak to me and since I am purposely trying to enjoy my peace I say nothing. (Next time I should to have him out of my space) this happens twice. With two different men. I’m the master of my rooms and domains(maybe I shouldn’t bring books into my personal bedroom??)