OK, so I'm at my old job in a restaurant and I notice that all the walls have been painted white. It looked as though only one coat had been applied. I ask a manager about something job related and he gives a sarcastic and condescending response. This angers me but I notice an old aquaintance, a bank teller, sitting by herself and I go over to say hi. Sitting with her back to her at the next table is a childhood friend I met at church camp. She is sitting with one of her friends and is very pregnant. She lets me know she is having complications and next thing I know all four of us are kneeled down with hands on her praying and I am overwhelmed with feelings of love and connectedness toward this woman.
In waking life she has recently delivered her son which i believe she had some difficulty conceiving and he is having some minor issues the last I checked. I was a little baffled by this intense emotional connection because, though we are friends, we arent particularly close.