Dream 3

I remembered the other dream.

My sister Skye and I were eating lunch on a large patio somewhere. There were a lot of other people. I had the distinct impression that we were both older and working at the same companies and we were on our lunch break. Across the patio there are double doors, my best friend Jazmine emerges from them with blond hair (she has black hair) and starts screaming at everyone in her path that this is a dead end job and nobody is going to make anything. I try to get her attention but she walks quickly away. Just then it gets so cloudy overhead that it's hard to see. My sister and I start to walk against the wind, as does everybody else. I guess this was expected. The wind is getting stronger, I grab hold of a pole and hold my sisters hand. And then she is just a baby again, just a little infant that I am struggling to hold onto. I'm afraid she's going to slip out of my hands. Then a ghost like figure comes swooping across the patio and knocks my hold down and Skye and I both fall.

Then I woke up.