DoubleHelix

May 7, 2014: I am walking down a narrow hall of past a series of lawyer’s offices onthe left and right and I speak with two or three dream characters I encounter, none of whom I recognize from my waking life. They are merely friendly strangers. I am looking for and asking about my former work-place colleagues, but none are present. I ask a heavy set man if all of my co-workers are absent because they have out-of-office assignments such as court appearances or depositions, but he genuinely does not know. We talk for a while when I notice I am dressed only in a beach towel, which I have to keep pulling up and tucking in, or else it will loosen and fall.

I pass by a well-appointed double-office suite, and there is a man at the threshold of each. One has closely cropped white hair, the other is younger in appearance. A voice from one of them says something insulting about money...like “How does it feel to be without any?” and I feel anger. I enter the double suite, and confront them. Each DC is clearly is worried I will do something violent, but I don’t, partly over concern that I am only wearing an beach towel like an ill-fitting toga. The white-haired man asks me “What were you planning to do with my estate in E****’s N****?” I am taken aback by his question, as I don’t have the foggiest notion of what he is talking about.

I ask him - “Who are you?” and then as if to answer my own question, I almost simultaneously (with the question) realize that he was someone who had once been injured but now was all better, and this is why I didn’t recognize him. I say “Oh my God, I didn’t recognize you! How ARE you?? Never mind the house in E****’s N***, tell me about your journey back to health!” I say this partly to give me time to recover from my embarrassing flub of non-recognition and to also buy time to figure out what I was supposed to be doing about his estate. When I say my statement intending to distract him from whatever duty I may have had to him about his estate I sound (to myself) genuinely concerned, and my ruse of buying time to think seems like it came out of genuine concern for his well-being, at least as far as I was concerned. I wake.