Hi Tony,
Hope all is great at your end.
In this dream, there is a motorcycle and a colleague mimics my boss and makes fun of him. There were other details that I have forgotten. Then I am in a semi-circular room with many windows. This room reminds me of the style of bungalows that were made in 1960's and 1970's here. The room seems like a library, or a room full of books at least. The boss, his older brother and a third man with white hair are behind and around a table, right in front of an open window. I ask them about a disease I have, apparently they read about the disease or its cure in a newspaper. They are not giving me a straight answer. All answers seem to be in jest. The guy with the white hair said, its in Boston Globe. I turn around and respond equally in jest, that I do LOVE all of you. And love is somehow in capital letters. At this moment it crosses my mind, that I hope the man in the middle (my boss) doesn't take it literally. As I turn around I pick up two plastic baskets: one square and broken from a side and another smaller, circular one, sitting in the square one (a circle within a square). And I have my actual brown bag with black handles dangling from my right shoulder.
As I leave taking the baskets and the bags with me, the thought crossing one of the brothers is "thank goodness she is taking her baskets with her" and the other one (my boss) thinks,"she is taking her baskets as well!?" With my things in my hand, I go down a spiral staircase. The steps are made of pure grey cement, no marble or mosaics.
The weather outside is very sunny, clear blue skies. There is a feeling that the external staircase leads to a dirt lane in a grown green field probably wheat. The feeling and the colours of this dream were refreshing.
Your thoughts please.
Best regards
Romanov