In this dream I was going to the theater. It wasn’t a movie theater, but a fancy, old-fashioned live show theater, like on Broadway.
I was with a short, middle-aged man with gray hair, but I didn’t know him.
We were late to the show and we were hurrying to get inside. The scene was outside the building at first, and we were walking fast on the sidewalk, which was curved around the front entrance of the building.
I was on my cell phone, talking to my sister as we were walking. I was telling her we have hurry. We were talking about the news and how America was going to be attacked. I was telling her, “Yes, but we have 6 years left. We can make our way to Canada to get out of harm’s way, but we have plenty of time.”
She said, “No! I have a friend in Tehran (she pronounced it Tay-ron), and he said it’s happening NOW! We have no time!”
Then the man and I were inside the building, and the man bought tickets. He was ahead of me and said, “Go ahead,” motioning me to go in first through silver. metal turnstiles, like in a train station.
I said, “Did you buy two tickets, one for me too?”
He seemed annoyed because he wanted me to hurry and not question him, as if there were no time at all for a question. He said, “Of course I bought two tickets, one for you!” He seemed exasperated.
I went through the turnstile ahead of him, as he gave our tickets to the attendant.
We were hurrying through a giant lobby with mint green, plush carpeting. The decor was ornate, Victorian style, all in mint green and mauve. We raced to the inner door where the auditorium was. It was open and I could see inside that the theater was jam-packed with people. An attendant was standing by the door, waiting to close it. It seemed that the show was about to start.
From what I could see looking in the door, it looked like there wasn’t a seat left. The attendant was waiting for us to come in and find our seats. I remember feeling the sense of urgency in the dream.
However, I was still on the phone with my sister. She wanted to come to the theater and see the show too. “Where are you?” she asked. “What theater is it?”
I said, “I don’t know!” because for some reason I had no idea where I was.
She asked, “Well, what show are you seeing? What’s it called” She wanted to look it up. Again, I told her I didn’t know because I truly had no idea.
But I told her, “You HAVE to get here! Hurry! The show is starting!”
Then I looked across the huge lobby. I was one level up standing by the auditorium door, and I saw an enormous, tarnished brass plaque on the opposite wall. It had huge embossed letters. From what I remember in the dream, and I’m not sure about this, but I think the letters were S.T.E.
I told her, “I don’t know what the name of the theater is, but I see a plaque that says ‘S.T.E.’ Google it real quick! You HAVE to get here!”
She became frantic and said, “There’s nothing coming up under those letters! I can’t find anything! Where are you?”
The attendant was about to close the door, and I said, “I don’t know, but there’s no time left! I’ve got to go in! They’re shutting the door! I’ve got to go!”
We were both absolutely frantic and panicked. I remember holding the phone, and it was an old, gray, small, flip phone. I was so upset because I knew I had to hang up on her and there was nothing more I could do to help her. I knew that no cell phones were allowed in the theater. They were shutting the door and I would be locked out if I didn’t go in right then. There was no more time.
I woke up as I was folding the flip phone closed.
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