I dreamt that I was in a Turkish tee-pee helping volunteers sort donations into boxes labeled for different age groups. I hadn’t put a single thing into a box yet, because my first item was a bouquet of lollipops and I was hesitant to go with the obvious “children” box as adults and elderly can enjoy them, as well.
I dreamt I was seated in an empty room with no ceiling. My hands were cupped in my lap holding a very small gold box. The sky over head was blue with white clouds. Birds of different variety swirled overhead, with maliciously, intent on getting the box I held. I did not know what was in the box.
I dreamt that I was at a high school soccer game waiting in line at the PTA table with kids buying cupcakes and water bottles. I was in line to return a skirt because it had static cling.
I dreamt that Tom Brady was hoarding cream cheese.