There’s a group of us hanging out in this auditorium type of place, and there’s a magician doing some card tricks. the lady up needed to pick some cards, but wasn’t doing so well, and so for the last 3 cards, she pulled 2 other guys and me up to pick for her. the first guy’s car choice did not beat the dealer, and so he was out and I was to replace him. when i got up there, the card I drew was a written story problem. There was a brief plot and I had to decide whether or not the girl in the story could make it on his 10 something per day. i took a scrap piece of paper and started writing down all the details. I start to get antsy because I didn’t want to be a quitter, but I wasn’t sure if I could do it.

In the next scene, I have the card and my papers, and it feels like I’m at a bank. I wander through the office to find a teller and ask her what I have to do to register. She hands me 2 forms that I fill out and wait for her to have an open window to come back up there. the lady next to her was open and i showed her what i filled out, asking about registration. She grades my paperwork to see if I passed or not, and when I get it back, she wrote 53/52. It didn’t make sense, but I didn’t care because I never actually answered the question the card asked, so I was fine. Next, she begins to apologize because she thought I meant something else when I said registration and sent me to the office across the hall. i walk out, and there’s a lot of offices so I walk into the one and ask her which hallway I need to go through.

She kindly directs me and I’m at another office talking to this lady. She looks at my papers and asks me to wait to go into the office. She said I didn’t look to well and wanted to know if I was feeling alright. I just told her I was a little warm with all my layers; she told me I should take a breather outside and she’d call me when it was time to come in.

I left that scene. I began walking down the sidewalk with this guy; he was half Butch (a nickname for this kid I knew in high school) and half Nick M. (the lead singer of this local band).  But we were walking with 2 other people who went their seperate ways, but he didn’t leave my side. I asked him where he thought he was going. And then he said in a very spaced out sentence, “Well, I was planning on going to [my building, and floor] m1290?” It made me smile because that was my room XD So we walked up there. Lenny V. and Amanda E. were up there and were hanging out, talking about registration.

There are some scenes missing in this dream. I can’t remember right now.