Dream Log: A big house surrounded by people not allowing me to have any privacy. Another memory took place in a factory where I worked, with my father. I remember the sounds of the machines reminded me of a song from Silent Hill 3. At a sporting even where we had box seats. I remember being on the field with people I knew, pre-game. Then, a famous QB came out with a microphone and we began to walk in a line. The QB assigned each of us a certain space in the line while simultaneously introducing to the public who we were. Looking into the stands, there were a lot of people. I wanted to be by my dad but some gay person was. I wasn’t being recognized or acknowledged. I remember the microphone cord wasn’t long enough and it snapped. I picked it up and looked at it.
Astral Log: Nothing to report.
Conclusion: No Astral log because I was in too deep of a state of sleep. The dream, however, makes me think of work. At work, I often times feel as if people don’t appreciate what I do or acknowledge the time and effort that is required for what I do for that company.
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