Sunday Night's dream: On board on either a cargo or oil tanker ship. Bridge had a control panel (sleek, swept back, futuristic design), no lights or controls. There was a central lit dome in the middle. (Everything was bright white.) The captain stood in front of the dome, his hands on top of it. "I think you can hold on," he said. The ship started to spin, with the dome as its axis. Doors and windows opened at once, and the bridge looked like any other modern-day bridge. The seas were stormy, and as the ship was spinning, I stood on my feet.
Monday Night's dream: at work in a coffee shop which also was an office. Sitting down across a table from Rick. He said, "Pay attention. You need to speak the language of power, not the language of women." I got up and walked around the coffee shop. (The coffee shop had rails leading to the counter, like McDonalds,but the decor was dark and wooden, like Starbucks.) Rick looked up at me impatiently. I smiled and said something inane, which made him frown.
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