The Hall
The Dream: I was standing in a hall with a guy figure that I could not see in detail, but I knew was not my fiance. Though I don't directly recall it, my brain wants to say he was "holding" me in a romantic manner. The guy gently took my hand and walked me up to an elegant bar down the hall. He took a seat at a bar stool, and I sat down next to him, noticing that his figure now looked like a real life version of the cartoon character Cyril from TV show "Archer". Though there were no other physical interactions with him, our togetherness was assumed to be a date. My phone was now sitting on the bar counter, and it vibrating gently, signifying a text message. I opened the message, and it was from my mom. The text read, "Is his [presumably referring to the guy I was with] car at the house?" I gave the question a significant moment of though before coming to the conclusion that we had driven "his" car, so I responded with an nondescript, ...