I think I was at my parents' house, but I can't remember them specifically. I can't even remember or describe the setting too well except I know there were other people there who were behaving antagonistically toward me. Some of these people were younger, in their 20s possibly. Other people may have been my parents, but I can't remember exactly what was done or said. The part I remember a little better was sitting at a long dining room table while the wind blew outside, and two men, one who resembled the Dalai Lama, were evaluating me (on a clinical/psychological level). You know at the eye doctor's when the doctor tells you to look at his pencil, he moves it around and watches how your eyes track it? That's similar to what was happening, except these guys never told me to watch their pencil or finger movements or anything, I was just watching them anyway and they were writing down what I was doing. I remember brightly colored pencils and grids on paper like plaid. It was most disturbing. I was getting very upset. Next, I remember being with someone I trusted, possibly it was Stan. There was another man there as well, maybe half Stan's age or a little older...white, light brown hair, average height/nondescript but good looking. He seemed to authentically take an interest in me. I was walking with both of them holding their hands, walking down a street in a big city. A young hispanic guy passed me by and stared at me with a weird expression. He must have been perplexed why I was holding the hand of two guys. I gave this guy a "fuck off" expression. Then we went into a building. This is all very jumbled up, and I can't remember exactly what was happening, but I remember being in a VERY big room with a bunch of older women mostly. It gave me a different kind of feeling than being at my parents' house, more accepting. Again, I was sitting at a large table. There is a sprinkler going outside and it is sprinkling water up against a screen door which sounds like wind. This disturbs me because it reminds me of the wind at my parents' house in the first part of the dream. I tell Stan to please turn the sprinkler off because it sounds like wind. I know these dreams were much more intense than I can remember with any coherence, because when I woke up my face was completely soaked with tears.

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