Last Night’s Art Gallery Dream

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.