Oon 12/13/2012, Laura had a luncheon meeting downtown in Denver. The building in the dream below is the very building that hosted the meeting today. It’s the Brown Palace. Crazy.
Here are the pics:
It starts with me in a white, four door, sedan style car with a light brown leather interior. A man and a woman are in the car with me. The woman is driving, she is a real estate agent, she has blonde hair. The man is not anyone that I know.
It seems like maybe it is someone that I have a work relationship with. He is in a suit and we are just going to look at some type of property. As we are driving, we begin to notice water on the road. It has been raining, but it is not raining now – just cloudy. The driver turns down a road and we realize that it is flooding on the road and getting too high to drive on in this car. With every turn that she makes, the water is getting higher, and eventually she is going in circles around a grove of trees.
For some reason I (I think all of us) are catapulted from the car straight up. I am not scared.
As I am descending back to the ground, I am coming in through the roof of a home, it is open to the sky. The roofline of this home is about 3-4 feet above the road in a city-type setting. Lots of buildings, bridges, other homes close by. I land safely in this house and there is another man in the house. He is wearing a leather backpack, and he is dressed casually. He doesn’t say anything to me but immediately he goes shooting up through the top. I think he is holding an umbrella, like Mary Poppins.
I can see the sky when I look up. It is blue with a few clouds. I am relieved that he is gone for now and I don’t have to figure out whether he is a good guy or a bad guy.
I am looking around the house now and can see that it looks like a multi-level maze with ramps leading to the different rooms. The bannisters are cream color and the railings are green. (Think of this like a huge stairwell where the stairs go around rather than just back and forth and I am on a middle floor.) I don’t really look down, but I can see a kitchen on a level above me and what looks like a living room and some other rooms. I can’t see how to get up higher to get out through the roof.
I feel some anxiety about getting out before the man comes back, but I am not panicked. I think about jumping across from where I am to the other side to see if I can get higher that way, but I am pretty sure that it is too far. So I start calling out through the hole in the roof.
Almost immediately, there is a group of many women looking down at me through the roof, and they are dressed up very nicely. Their hair is elaborately done, and they are wearing satin and very fancy dresses.
They are going to help me get out with a rope. So they throw a rope to me, and I am figuring out how to tie it in such a way that they can pull me up. They begin to pull me up through the roof and pull me over the railing onto the street above. That’s when I can really see how nicely they are dressed. I am relieved and grateful that they got me out and concerned that they don’t mess up their clothes but they are just glad to have gotten me out.