Last night, I dreamt that I was at a showing at an art gallery. It was a very fancy affair and the people around me were very rich and very sophisticated. Everyone was drinking wine, except for me. Everyone kept asking me if I wanted a glass and I had to keep explaining that I don’t drink and it was all very awkward. It didn’t help that the paintings were all rather dull, as well.
Having grown frustrated with the boring showing, I stepped outside of the gallery and I discovered that there was a group of people standing on the sidewalk in front of the doorway. I asked them if they were waiting for something and a middle-aged man in a tuxedo (he appeared to be the leader of the group) told me that they had gotten bored with the show and now, they were waiting for a portal to open.
Suddenly, there was a flash of red light and I was standing, alone, in front of the storage locker. Somehow, I instinctively understood that the portal had opened and I had been transported to a new location.
Off in the distance, I heard the sound of a car approaching.
And then I woke up.
Lisa Marie's Dream Journal 