I was at the farmhouse. Except it wasn't really the farmhouse. It was in Illiopolis. Also it was kind of in Collins Heights in Gillette, Wyoming. I was in an upstairs room in the farmhouse. But the lay out was different. The rooms in the farmhouse run east west. The rooms in this farmhouse ran north south. But whatever the spatial orientation, the place seemed familiar.
I was planning on going on a date with that lawyer woman I went out with a couple of years ago. In real life, she was alot of fun, but it didn't work out. And at some level I was repulsed by her. She was telling me how ugly different body parts of hers were. They really weren't. She wasn't unattractive at all. But still something about the way she was projecting herself to me made me shy away.
However in this dream life, I was all in. She was upstairs in the farmhouse with me and we were making plans for the date later that night. We started to kiss and it was awesome. Like we were one person. There was no barrier between us. I knew that when we made love later that night it would also be memorable and spiritual. Like finding a soul mate. I may have even told her this. Then
she left and I was texting her about further plans for the evening.
Then I heard a bunch of kids voices. One of the kids came in the room and we talked. I asked him what his name was, and he told me that he didn't have a name. I felt sort of sad for him. Then I had the thought that the place was some sort of orphanage. One of the nurses or carekeeper came in. She was an elderly heavy set lady. She was pleasant. She smiled at me. I think the boy left.
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