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This one was vivid. I haven't had a

This one was vivid. I haven't had a vivid dream in awhile.
On the street corner stands a tall, dark red-brick warehouse building that's only three stories. Me, my mom and a few other people I know are going in for some sort of meeting on the first floor. We end up in an office-like, white walled meeting room with a big table. It doesn't feel sterile, though, like many spaces of that sort do- it feels like it's full of substance, perhaps because of the age of the building itself.

This part of the dream feels a bit disconnected from the others. I'm with my ex boyfriend Brandon. His arms remind me of one of my best friend's arms, and Brandon smells really good (I used to think about how Brandon reminded me of that best friend because of certain small mannerisms). We are sitting on a couch together (I think we're still in the warehouse). He has a ponytail and I miss his embrace very much.

Back to the conference-like room. Some sort of important topic of neutrality (neither positive or negative) is being discussed, however there is a sense of forward movement when this topic is discussed. We receive information via some one or thing in the doorway that a very sinister group of people are dwelling on the third floor (think gun toting mobsters).
I am one of the first people to get up and do something about it, without much thought of fear or doubt. I'm not a complete and blind go-getter about it, but I know that something has to be done and I have no doubt that I can do it (along with the help of my friends).

I go up a narrow wooden staircase, either seeing or following my friend Kramer,--- who I've met recently in real life. The first time I saw him his eyes took my breath away. I was instantly attracted to him. The attraction faded to an extent but it is still there in a different way. We finally formally introduced outselves and he seems to have this violent (though creative) sense of humor and it seems shallow, but he doesn't.---
In the dream he seemed crazed but in an extremely contained and potent way. I'm not sure if he's with me or the sinister men. That's all I saw of him, was in the staircase.

The people that follow me have no identity to me at this point, I just know that they are there.
The third floor is a maze of tubes and bouncy things that is reminiscent of the kind of thing you'd find in chuck-e-cheese or jungle of fun. I have to be on my hands and knees in order to navigate it. It isn't bright and colorful like those places, it just has alot of patterns and there are kids everywhere going through it.
The jungle gym piping is uncomplicated.
I just go with it because I know for a fact that it is only part of the process of reaching the sinister men (strangely, there are no sinister women that I can sense so far).
I reach a part in the jungle gym where I can go down three different tubes. The one I pick is the deciding factor of whether or not I get lost or find the men.
From left to right: One tube is represented by a cow picture above it, one by a chicken and one by a pig (the three main animals people seem to consume in America). I know almost immediately that the one marked by the pig is the one that will lead me to the men, so I go through that one. (in my dream mind I also acknowledge the symbolism behind this)

The room I reach is much taller, big and cavernous such as a room in a warehouse usually is. There are men scattered around in it, at tables, standing, sitting. At first I don't register the fact that I've found the sinister men, I take a moment to take in everything without any form of judgement. Then, I continue on to know that this is in fact them. They are not malicious and they don't make me nervous in any way. It does not seem out of place or wrong that me and the people that followed me to the third floor have entered the room. There is no sense of trust, but there is no sense of anyone being unwelcome.
I move to one of the tables near the right wall (right wall from the perspective of the entrance). The tables are long, dark and wooden.
Enter my friend Taylor (to me taylor represents drama, primal attraction, self-absorbedness, theatrics). Taylor stands near me as the men are discussing something and mouths the word "look" to me in her dramatic and deliberate way, because we are noticing that the men are casually, nonchalantly starting to get out weapons (knives and guns). They are doing it in a way that is almost imperceptible.
I don't even have to look because I am aware of this already, and I mouth the a word like "shh" or "wait" to her very firmly and deliberately.
I am so calm and unaffected by anything. The calmer me and my friends are, the less the men will sense anything fishy.
The others that have followed me are scattered elsewhere in the room, and I still don't know their identities (it doesn't matter to me).
I look to my right and behind me to see a glass tank with a hamster in it running on a wheel. the hamster literally looks like a little crystal with hamster legs and hamster ears, which I find to be strange in the dream. My brain is trying to see a hamster but my eyes are being honest with my brain about what is actually there (which is in fact a hamster but not in the way I'd always thought of one).
I feel the sinister natures of the men and what they are about as I looked in this case. I proceeded to look for blood, which only appeared when I started looking for it (except since the body of the hamster was a crystal, the blood was appearing in little veins inside of the crystal).
The intent of the men towards me and my friends is starting to become more prominent in my mind (danger levels are rising, but I'm not afraid).
Their intent to hurt us is not personal- it's almost as if it's just in their job description, because they are beginning to register that we are not one them. If they were to hurt us, it would be mindless and heartless and soulless. It's just a computer function to them (they are human but I use that analogy because it describes it best).
honestly, they are much more malicious than I register--but I've developed a filter that is highly effective in the success of my mission. If I see things a certain way, it will make me more efficient and keep my anxiety level down so I can function clearly (which is a subconscious truth to me in my dream, not a conscious one).
I have complete trust in the fact that everything will work out- the thought of anyone dying doesn't even cross my mind. I am assessing the situation to see what kind of opportunities I have.
Enter Phillip. He is a boy that goes to my school in real life. He is very angelic looking, but not in a girly way (blonde hair, soft, light blue eyes).
He is standing to the left of me. Implications suggest that he is with the sinister men, however he is holding a gun behind is back and is standing next to me as if he's an ally (and I feel protected when he comes in).--when I feel protected in real life, I tend to lean on that person, however in this case I am not leaning on him in any way but am grateful for him--
He's the reason I didn't have anything to worry about, because I knew that something would happen to the advantage of me and my friends.
When phillip comes in and I see his gun, I take a gun on the table that is sitting next to me. I hadn't considered this at all until I see his.
There are two people in front of me, I've never seen their faces before in real life. They nonchalantly stand in front of eachother, though there is some madness behind the green eyes of one of the men (his bald head is distorted and mishapen). He and the dark haired person he is standing with point guns at eachother and pull the triggers, but nothing happens. They deflate a little bit and walk away.
I am still holding a gun. I feel how the safety was cocked back (or whatever it's called) and I put it back on, however the gun is not loaded. Phillip is now sitting next to me and in a manner that is sort of unconfident, casual and uncertain, he says someting along the lines of "oh here, I'll set you up with a bullet" and he gives me one of his. So maybe he's feeling nervous, but I can't tell, I'm too focused.
You know, I don't really know what comes next. It stops there in my memory.

next part of the dream, not a detachment but a continuation

I am living in a country house (not isolated from other houses, but out in the country). One story, kind of dirty, (looks like a house I know of that's a blue ranch house) stuff strewn about in the yard. My parents are in our living room watching T.V. I go to the back yard and have been eating chicken strips, but then I break them up and throw the pieces on some rocks because I want to be vegan (I'm vegan in real life). Then I eat some icecream in a strange manner where the ice cream just appears floating in the air in zigzagged strips and I just consume it right then and there, then I realize that that wasn't vegan either.
Beyond the rocks where I threw the chicken is just a grassy field and then woods. There is a man that appears in the grassy field right beyond the rocks. I feel threatened by him very much but do not run, rather I feel submissive to him. He is a homeless man that is menacing, but in a very controlled and quiet way.
Then the scene goes to me looking at myself, as if I wasn't in my body. The perspective is probably from my hips looking up at me, perhaps about a foot away from my body. There is a dark, substance with a texture and color like mollases staining my lips. It is supposedly maple syrup but will not come off when I try (which is from the perspective of my mind, though I see the scene from the perspective I mentioned). My hair is shaggy, maybe more so than it is in real life, and my face looks somewhat bewildered.

Oi vey.
*thoughts*
So to me, the first part of this dream represents the leadership role I am capable of. Apparently warehouses represent "stored energy or hidden resources".
I think this warehouse represents that of the large scale, not mine. I think it represents something in the collective unconscious. There are men that kill people and animals. Women are not commonly associated with these roles (violence is associated with masculinity at the moment in this world). These men represent that as well as all forms of control (mainly government).
I have acknowledged the fact that I truly do know how to get what I want when I put my mind to it and if things are in my favor. I know how to scheme and manipulate situations without being dark about it. In the dream, I didn't burst in there and declare that what they were doing was wrong. I snuck in with my 'followers' imperceptibly, which gave us an advantage. We were among them, representing the changing of all that is wrong.
I have lost sight about certain things like this, so this dream has reminded me of where my power truly lies in different areas of life.
The fact that it was on the third floor represent the unconscious to me, because I think that in dreams higher levels in a house mean higher levels in our minds, hearts, etc.
These men (and women, though not in the dream) control us through what we consume (physically and mentally and emotionally and all that junk).
It's all tainted too.
the last part makes me nervous. I'm eating meat and dairy, which is represented by animals of the tunnels in the warehouse.
Maybe this part of the dream is an alternate reality of what would happen if I went down the chicken tunnel instead of the pig tunnel. That seems right to me.
I'm being presented with some options right now.
If you've gotten this far, I wouldn't mind hearing any comments or responses.

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