01/01/2020

I dreamt that I went to an appointment outdoors and returned to my workplace after lunch. There were two swipe-card readers installed at the main and side entrances, which were replaced by the wooden doors painted in white. The ones used in construction whenever a shop or a booth in the shopping mall is undergoing a renovation. My swipe card suddenly didn’t work for the side door, but it worked for the main door, much to my chagrin. I prefer the side door due to the fact that I bypass security and it leads directly to my office. I was met with a dark area and background noise that resembled a crowded place full of chatter.

The second scene involved me climbing up the stairs to my office and passing by a law firm on the first floor. An item meant for them was mistakenly delivered to our office and I volunteered to pass it to them directly. I was welcomed into their waiting area by the receptionist, who then searched for the intended recipient of this parcel that I held. All I heard in their office were conversations between colleagues and the sound of typewriters filling the air.

If I’m forced to interpret the dream, I’d say that there is a strong fear of the unknown: me being in a dark area while my path to brightness is being blocked by another set of doors without any opening. The chatter that I hear in the background is probably me looking at those around me with a third party lens and finding myself wanting to be part of them yet being unable to. The aura that I experienced while climbing the stairs wasn’t pleasing, partially due to the dimly lit walkway (with red lights) and not knowing what would greet me at the top of the steps.