Financial run

Date: 6/29/2023

This was all over the place so I’m only writing what I remember in no particular order. Was going with 2 people to get some financial advice at this warehouse (near the real life gym “speakeasy” I started going to this week). It randomly has a metro station near it tho in the dream? I had been there before but the directions were a bit confusing. You had to go around a certain block & come back to get to the correct street. Even though on the map it looked smarter to go directly down the street. I was at the top of a building on “maps” tracing it out with 2 random delivery guys? I could control. It will not let you get there without going around. Ok, anyways. So the train station in front of the gym. I had a friend with me. There were no trains. Just people waiting where the trains would be and moving like after the stop like a train should be around them. My friend got stuck behind someone in a wheelchair and asked if she had to push him. I told her we had to make a quick left to find the building and to keep moving. When we got there the lady behind the desk told us there wasn’t much else she could do for me & that when I was there last time the main dude already gave me sound financial advice. I felt confused/unimportant. I still wanted to find the guy. . At some point me & my 2 friends end up being chased, trying to get away from a larger woman that hates us. She hits 2 of my friends with darts. I’m quick and it much better shape so I get a bit farther. Then I feel the dart hit my neck. It’s purple, with a feather like body. I keep going. Thinking I can get through the tiredness if I just keeping going. A second one hits me somewhere… I feel myself going to sleep. When I wake up it’s sunny. I see a little white girl writing on a dry erase board. I’m thinking that I can’t believe I made it as far as I did comparatively to my friends. For some reason I can’t or won’t talk. Just “listening” to whoever shot us give us some dumb lecture I’m not paying attention to. I write some smart ass remark on the dry erase board. The little girl marks over it quickly & shakes her head so I don’t get in trouble. Somehow I end up running a race in the same area with Boome beside me. It’s close to the end. Less than half a mile to go. He’s wearing down & slowing behind me. I can’t tell he’s about to give up. I start yelling motivational words & tell him he can’t give up now. I look at my watch. We’re almost there. Back to that same building I was looking for in the beginning of the dream. He gets pissed at me and acts like I’m an idiot per usual. I tell him we’re so close, just push through, we’re almost there. It’s even closer than we think because the way the street is set up. I start taking off. When I reach the end I’m slowed down trying to find the finish in the weird twist and turns if this building/“place”. Why does it end here? Where the fuck did it start? (That’s me genuinely asking myself how I was transported into the middle of a race). Boome disappears angry one can only assume. I find my 2 friends sitting in a section of chairs. I’m explaining something to them and on IG at the same time. Boome is on love being ignorant af. While I’m watching and before I have time to fully react DeRon starts calling me. Haven’t heard from him in FOREVER! I’m stunned. I flip the phone & show my girlfriends. “Look who’s calling, the one who fucked up my relationship in the first place”. But part of my I think was also excited? I’m not sure.., the only other thing I can remember is that there was a packet or pamphlet of paperwork (taxes or whatnot) that I was showing to the finance people for help. I also remember feeling I am at an age I need to get my shit together. The emotions I felt throughout the dream varied. . Mostly in a hurry. Bit stressed, a bit free, a bit excited, a bit scared. The air seemed freeing at some points. The run not as painful. There were a lot of random people/crowds. Sometimes in my way (train station seemed like LA traffic with no cars). The warehouse seemed like different kind of people, more secretive… the race , well those people didn’t bother me either way. It felt good to run.