I’d been walking around this event where people were running around looking at things and I noticed this one vendor had these knitted things she was calling corsets up. She was wearing one of them but it was more like a knitted best thing with a thin string to tie in the front. I looked around and saw little girls clothes with lots of tule and tutus and stuff, looking up the wall different dresses were hanging and some were dance wear for competitions, some for club wear, some I couldn’t tell which camp it belonged in. I kept walking and went around the corner and saw kids running around everywhere. A friend’s son X was running past me with an arm from a doll in his hand. I was wearing the black and blue A line dress and petticoat I plan on wearing to the holiday party next week.
I decided to go past the chaos into an exhibit on the history of human sexuality. I think this used to be an entire museum that was dedicated to the topic but was being converted to some weird in person Etsy space / Lego store thing, and only this one wing remained untouched. It was uncluttered open space similar to an gallery or the museum at the Arizona state capital… Which is probably more accurate since its tucked away on a floor but the buildings still in use for everything. I was the only person there walking around, looking at memorabilia and old posters from WWII, some propaganda saying the Germans had boring sex lives and the Americans were pioneers. (Idk. Dreams are weird.) then I noticed a very well dressed man on the other side of the gallery walking quickly to a door and was curious where he was going while simultaneously hoping I was like Bond girl status hot. I walked to that side of the gallery where it became a hall and there were facilities workers in white suits and the side where the door was no longer had a wall. The floor was this creamy white marble with some black specs. So I turned around and started walking back, then crouched down and tried to pull myself up with the railing against the wall but had trouble staying up and walking in my heels. The floor had changed to this glossy dark brown / black faux cobblestone, similar to the stuff that messed with me at the Venue of Scottsdale, and that’s when I looked up and saw him while I was trying not to eat concrete in my gold sling backs. He had no idea I was paying attention to him and walked off.
I went back around the corner from the museum and saw this row of desks/ kinda cubes and there were these people working on projects… I think we’re marketing? I walked between the row to the end where there was a little more space and looked out the window, it was gray outside but it wasn’t raining. I took my shoes off and hid them under a desk, then walked through the row again I’m white socks… I don’t remember putting socks on in the dream, didn’t notice is in the dream either lol. I was going through this open area and people were around but nothing was really going on, then I went back to the row of peeps I saw earlier and they were acting like they knew me. This one girl to the left with light curly hair and glasses addressed me and was going to help /mentor me through leading my first huge ass project. I sat down next to her then noticed black smoke coming from behind a hill out the window and stood up. I looked at the one guy talking who had his back to the the window, and yelled look! He turned around and was gonna say it didn’t look important but then a black fighter jet almost on the ground flew into the building. I turned away from the glass and covered my ears as soon as I saw it. It flew through the side into a courtyard where there were a bunch of people. I saw some smoke go through the door and knew the fire was outside but we had to evacuate quickly so we started to go. I went looking for my heels which I thought were around the corner where the gallery was then realized those would slow me down and I was wearing socks anyway. There were people crying and one guy was on the floor yelling, they were worried about their loved ones outside and I realized my parents might have been out there but going in that direction was dangerous. I started walking south and found a phone to call dad, he answered. They were okay, and at first they were going to blame the pilot for the crash because he came in dead, then they had to bring in eod cause there were explosives in the cockpit strapped over the pilot’s head. They started talking about UofN like it was a clone of UofA, some sister school, both with wildcats as their mascot. It was weird. I can’t remember anything after that.