Dream
On the top floor of the monastery, of which does not
exist in real life, and it is an art gallery, a kind of museum. There was a meeting about name cards for each
piece. I suggested there should be a
card holder stomp or column, away and off the artwork. I was ignored as I was chewing gum and talking
the same time. I ran and left the
meeting to dump my gum. A guy at the door
suggested I give him my gum so I can stay in the meeting. I refused and left the meeting because I
found no one listened to me anyways. The
stairs down to the first floor was a sharp descend, a total vertical drop. It was like a museum in the Heavenly
Monastery up in the sky or something.
