I just had the weirdest dream.. When I woke up a little bit ago, I was being pulled out of this dream by loud noise, so I am not sure how it would have ended if it would have kept going...
I was in a run down part of a city (Not sure which, but most of the buildings were larger. Once nice and now dirty and aged) and I was searching on a map to find an address that I was supposed to go to. I believe I was supposed to be picking something up from this address for a family member. I must have been there once before, too, because I said to myself, "This doesn't look like it used to." Once I start walking down the street towards the building, I run into Brittany Murphy (actress, who is deceased...weird! ) that I've really loved for a long time and we just start talking as if we know one another. She said she was sorry that she was late and that the building I was going to was, 'right up here.
She grabbed my hand and drug me into the now dark entry way of the building. It was somewhat creepy looking and I was ducking my head now and again, fearing there were spiderwebs I would be walking into. Once we reach a door, and she opens it, I see a large group of people sitting in folding chairs facing a large screen. This looked like a school Gym that had been converted into a movie theater for the night. Nobody really looked in our direction and we made our way to the front of Gym... and had to check our jackets in as we paid. Brittany dropped her jacket and ran off to find a seat, but I was still standing there. For some reason, I wanted to keep a jacket. Maybe I was cold. ( dont ask...i just was haha)
I turn to look for her and, though the room was dark, the light from the movie that was playing flashed on the sea of faces every so often. I spot her and make a motion, like, "Hey, I'm cold, I want to keep a jacket, but my jacket isn't really warm, just for fashion." First of all, why I could convey all of that in a hand motion is beyond me, and secondly I don't know that I have any jackets that aren't warm and are just for fashion. Haha! So, she stands from her seat and says, "Switch me jackets!" But, she didn't just say it. She yelled it. Everyone turned around and looked at her.
I switched jackets and set mine down and jogged my way to where she was sitting. We were both giggling at the thought of her yelling through the 'theater gym,' and that nobody seemed to really care. It was as if they were zombies and only had their mind on the movie that was playing that I didn't even look up to see. I was too enamored by the fact that I was lucky enough to be hanging out with this her.
It was surreal ...We were like best friends suddenly, laughing to one another, whispering funny bits back and forth, all in our own little world. After we have been sitting there for a minute, she jumps up and pulls me again by my hand to a nearby doorway. She must have had to go to the bathroom, 'cause that's where we were. I don't remember if she went into any of the stalls, but I do remember looking them over quite a bit. It was the strangest place... really clean, but cold looking steel everywhere. And, I don't think there were any doors on the stalls. Small, stainless steel toilets. It was odd. As I'm looking over the details of this bathroom, I'm pulled by her again to another room next to the bathroom. This was just a small room with a table and two chairs right in the middle. She sits in one chair and motions for me to sit across from her in the other. I look at her and ask what's wrong, or if she's okay, because she's suddenly become very serious and won't look at me. "I have a proposal for you," she says as she pushes a part of her bangs behind her ear, "and I hope that you'll consider it."
She then pulled out a folder of information (That she had under the table? I have no idea where this came from) and slid it on the table towards me. I open it to find page after page of a contract. I briefly look over the details and sort of chuckle to myself. "Are you serious about this?" I ask her. She is still stone cold, "Yes. I take it that's a no.." She reaches for the contract and I stop her. "No. Wait. Let me read it over." I lean back into the chair and lift the contract a little closer to me to see if somewhere in the fine print is, "YOU'VE BEEN PUNK'D." As I read, I peak over the paperwork in her direction. She's now looking me over as I read and as I make eye contact with her I know that she's completely serious. "So, you want to pay me... To..." "Yes," she says, "This would be the best deal for me. I get what I want and you get what you want." I'm taken aback by this slightly, as, I'm not sure about anything . And, then I was awoken by some noise and have no idea what would have happened after, or if I would have taken the 'deal.' Or, what the deal even was... I don't know. But, that was the most detailed dream I have been able to remember in quite some time.
