Fort Social Work

The beginning is one of those dreams that starts off with me on the interstate and being propelled at top speeds with no car. I think I was floating this time but with people either sitting or laying next to me, as though in a car. We all commented on the road's snow cover and how we saw others fishtail off the road. Made me go slower and I somehow proceeded with caution. Hilly countryside, like Wyoming and must have referenced a train program I watched the night before.

Wound up at some-sort-of-a small castle made of brick and iron with two sets of gates (one in front and one in back). I got the sense I was avoiding someone. I had an apartment within that castle that resembles my current one. At some point I remember taking a Ocar Meyer lunchable up to a vacant apartment and trying to call my ex-girlfriend- though I never got through. I was called downstairs. Somehow at this point I knew this was a boarding house for social workers. Also noted two women out front looking for me. I tried to avoid being seen. The downstairs had open space and a good many bars in place of solid wall. Walked behind something that appeared to be a frontdesk and back into barred area (all old black iron) when some girl saw me and I knew the gig was up. I told her I'd meet her around front. Though I had no idea who she was or what she wanted.