This dream was really fucking weird, the guy I used to sit next to in the NOC was in it and he’s one of the closest individuals I’ve ever come close to hating irl. He was so rude to me the guys who sat in the row in front of us we’re uncomfortable. Anyway, in the dream I was in some crowded place and everyone was dressed in cocktail or black tie attire. He looked like Matt Bomer as Donovan.. which makes me mad cause irl if he cleaned up like that he actually would.. but he was over by this gold display with all these satiny black little boxes in them. I grabbed one and opened it to find make up inside. Someone came by and brought him an iPhone and when he answered it he was visibly frustrated, then put is on speakerphone so the other gentleman sitting at the table could hear it. They were trying to cover some issue up and make you the scapegoat, or at least have to be the one who deals with it. The other gentleman at the table leaned over and whispered to me asking if I understood what was happening and if I’d be willing to help, I said sure so I’d have an idea of what they’d actually be doing but I still felt shitty claiming I’d help them.
Then I was over by a window with a built in sitting area looking at the beach. There were a bunch of seagulls on the sand and boats coming and going. Asshole assigned as Donovan came by to look out the window and try to figure out what I was focusing on, but it was nothing in particular. The other guy from before may have been his father, or some other influence in his life. He suggested faux Donovan go with me to the beach after I mentioned wanting to go boating, and then he made some statement I was the perfect woman, which really irked me and I tried really hard to make sure I didn’t make a face.
He walked away then came back with a fake gun, and I asked wtf he was doing. He put on this headset for this vr thing that had an animation of the next episodes of TWD like he was prepping for it as an actor in the show, and I suggested he should go out to a shooting range, or learn to shoot. He took offense to that and said something but I can’t remember what it was.
I was in the back of a car and idk who was driving but Nicola was in the front passenger seat giving instructions since we were on our way to some place to fix some thing. When we got there I walked into a large room that was supposed to be “my” room and went to get tea. This one guy was annoying me, then made me a cup of tea when he was prepping one for himself, and I called out how the packet already had two servings anyway. The room was getting very crowded and I hopped up on a table to yell at everyone. Evereyone was yelling and acting stupid, others were trying to gain everyone’s attention. I finally yelled that this was my area and for them to gtfo. Then I yelled that I was the god of that area and to stfu. I was trying to think of some deity to mirror while yelling but couldn’t come up with one. Then I hopped down from the table and walked through the crowd. The room was even larger and was dim instead of bright now. It had been decorated and there was a catwalk set up off to the side, some group of people were rushing down it as I walked along it, and this little girl in a metallicy silver dress was throwing silver petals behind them. Everyone was back to being fancy and I ran through the crowd in a coral dress but had left my heels behind. I then started seeing people I was kind of acquainted with and started walking on my tippy toes where I think my height would be at if I were still in my heels and saw Sabrina, grabbed her hand to squeeze it, and kept going. I can’t remember what I was looking for.