I’m going into banking
I was hiding in a kind of hole in the ground, so I was covered by grass and foliage behind a bush. I was dreaming that I was in a field and a French custodial guard of some sort walked over to where I was. I found it difficult to keep my breathing quiet, and the guard drank some water and spat it out close to where I was, but he didn’t see me; I was pretty well hidden. The next thing I knew I was in another field kicking a football around, and there were houses on the edge of the field, one of which was mine (although I’d never seen it before). It looked similar to the house I grew up in, perhaps, although it reminds me more of my friends James Bell’s houses because of the field it backs out onto.
My dad was there, in the garden, and at some point I got really angry and told my Dad that I wanted to “leave this place” and go into banking. He said he knew and that he understood. I then stormed off away from the house.
Not much about this dream made sense.
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