Strange room

Date: 3/8/2020

There was a room on this school (maybe college) campus. Somehow I had the slight awareness that the interior of this room was in some way a representation of my psyche. Oddly enough everything in this room was in some way related to black pop culture, there was a washing machine named lil wayne (lol) and there were several black girls waiting in line to go into this one particular room. I peeked into the room and it looked like it might be a gym. There were other objects, I remember one was named after notorious BIG but that part is vague. I’m familiar w these artists, but hip hop isn’t my favorite genre so I don’t know how these things pertained to me, I just had this intuition that they somehow did. I also saw my coworker Derek in there and he was berating one of the girls for getting naked on camera. She said she had to do it for money. I was in the room because I had to get my clothes out of lil Wayne. Later I was outside and my brother was flying a remote controlled plane that was pretty large, like the size of a bicycle. He was being reckless with it and I got kind of harsh with him because I said he could break it if he wasn’t careful. He said the owner didn’t care if it broke. I was about to travel to my aunt Cherie’s house, because no one was there and I felt I could be more relaxed if no one was around to bother me. Also there was a secret passage in her house, you slid a tiny piece of wood to reveal a button that opened a secret tunnel. This tunnel led to a secret chamber. There were also all these winding crawl-spaces and they were particularly small. I recognize this as a recurring dream theme: these crawl spaces that become progressively smaller and smaller if you try to crawl into them.