HeritageDreamer

I am standing in front of a man. He is important looking. He is sitting at a desk, he has grey hair. I want him to leave my dream. All the while I am continuing to rub my hands and look at them. I feel rushed, I’m afraid that I will lose my lucidity. I try to will him away. His image becomes a little bit wavy. It doesn’t seem to work so I decide to reach into my back pocket (I realize that I am wearing jeans). I know I don’t have money but I try to make it appear so that I can bribe this man to leave my dream.

This is all I remember.